The phenomena of seemingly nice men erupting with anger when you don’t go along with their advances is very real and scary.
I’d probably be better off not losing myself in Instagram before bedtime.
I think I probably have to update Insta, but I don’t want to check right now. Once I check, then I’ll know for sure that I have to update and I’d rather die than update my apps. I can’t think of anything more boring.
We come from a generation of over-sharing, and it only seems to be going downhill from here.
My best friends are the reason I am able to get through finals week, the holidays, and any heartbreak.
2. She’ll remind you that four months of college debauchery are worth the one week of pure academic hell.
My life looks charmed and beautiful and happy and nobody would know that I wake up every day with dread and anxiety and helplessness.
The process became symbolic. An apple might turn into one positive thought or one bold move or one promise to keep.
But being in a pseudo relationship with this man had me questioning everything: I have to shave my legs FOUR times a week now? Am I drunk enough for this? And Is he sober enough for…anything? ever?
1. You share other people’s secrets with her. When someone tells you a secret and makes you swear that you can’t tell anyone, that doesn’t include your best friend.