Stephanie Georgopulos

Remember the bad times and how you tricked yourself into believing they were good.

You weren’t made for the screen you know, and neither was the broken skin where you cut yourself shaving and the almost-invisible hairs that paint the corners of your upper lip and that one crooked eyelash that bends at a 45-degree angle.

I am alive. Very, very alive. For the first time in my life.

“HAY WORLD, GUNNA TRY U. WHAT’S CON ED? LOL”

I know 90s email chain letters and sex ed taught us otherwise, but chlamydia doesn’t always look like a molded piece of broccoli vomiting up blood clots.

Come back to the future, Marty McFly.

While the camp and cheese that was a Sex and the City (and Carrie) staple worked in the late 90s and early 2000s, it feels a little too optimistic and corny in 2013.

If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck, it’s a relationship.

Just because something looks pretty hanging in your closet doesn’t mean it looks pretty on you. You know it. I know it.

Ladies! The boy is no one’s property. Also, you should be blaming the dude for the confusion, not each other. Wasn’t this song released in 1998, the Year of Girl Power?

It’s OK to stay in touch with your ex’s friends, but don’t be a freaking menace about it.

And while we’re on the subject of manners, maybe this person — this curious creature — is spending time with someone they enjoy. Maybe they think it’s rude to pause the conversation every so often to check their phone.