Megan Glosson

I can’t help but love you — but my brain tells me not to say it just yet.

Each time I lose another lover, I convince myself that this time will be different — that I’ll be different. But without fail, someone comes along and sweeps me off my feet again shortly after, and I throw all caution to the wind as I fall hard and fast.

I want happiness that starts the minute the alarm sounds off each morning. I want to wake up and feel excited about the day ahead.

When I see you look at her, I realize just how naive I was to think that what we had was ever love.

I think this time I’ve really lost you, I’ve lost your love for good.

Thinking about all the hugs of our past is keeping me alive.

If you’re actually going to love yourself, you have to do it every day.

So many people have told me that “love is blind,” but most of the time I think it’s more that being in love blinds us to reality.

When you’ve experienced trauma, your body keeps the score.

You impress me each and every day with your bravery and relentless determination.

Forced sexual encounters are not sexy, but daddies who drag their daughters to the gynecologist aren’t doing anyone a favor either.

Leo: If you really want to change things up this fall, try engaging in some selfless sexual acts this season. Your partner will love the focus on their needs, and who knows, you may even enjoy their O-face more than your own.

When it feels like the world is against you, remember that you were born to fight.

No matter how long you’ve been friends with someone or how committed your partner seems, you can’t shake that fear that eventually everyone will leave.

I no longer believe in unanswered prayers.

This is me wishing I could wash it all away, but realizing I can’t.

I’m done feeling insignificant in the eyes of the ones I love.

In your childhood home, nothing was ever good enough.