I can’t stop comparing myself. It’s becoming an unbreakable and toxic habit that has led to the death of my confidence.
I wish I knew beforehand just how many people were going to be in the exact same position as I was when I got to Cornell.
“She thought she was underwater so she started to hold her breath and wouldn’t wake up.”
Save old selfies. On the days when you are lying in bed with nothing to do, post one of those old but HOT pictures of yourself. Likes guaranteed.
Now, if you’re a woman and recall back to what it was like to be an awkward teen with a just as awkward “partner,” you know just how passionate a fingering by a 14 year old can be.
Papertowns and Looking for Alaska, by John Green, have both made me realize that I’m not the only one feeling lost in this world.
Our teen years are spent in high school where people will give you cold hard crap regardless of who you are.
We have to stop expecting our girls to fit into one of two categories: The Madonna or The Whore. That’s not how we, as people, work. We aren’t all one thing or the other.
No one will ever help you, except yourself. No one will save you, except yourself.
But here’s the kicker, when you fight with him, which is bound to happen sooner or later, you’re going to need your friends.