I hate being sensitive. Being sensitive makes me annoying. I want to have a swagger. I want to be confident.
She doesn’t see her friends as often as she wants to, because she’s so damn busy.
“If feminism becomes so limited, there will not be an incentive for the majority of women to be part of it. This would have dire implications for women’s rights.”
Tell people you love them, call someone you miss, kiss people with two hands, and press the send button on a risky text.
I hate how much trouble I have talking to people. I hate how uncomfortable I feel in social situations. I hate how I constantly feel like I don’t belong.
When I am in the cycle of depression and anxiety, I feel like there is nothing I can do about it, and I feel painfully alone.
Sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night and have no idea what’s bothering me. I just feel fear. Fear for my life. Fear for my future.
My best friend’s dad.
So besides all the downsides of being gay, it is extremely liberating to finally be able to be true to myself and let myself love whomever I want to love.
Stop replying to her texts and leave your read receipts on.