Men are cancelled.

I had strum up this idea 5 vodka sodas deep a night at the bar about a week after Thanksgiving. Men are cancelled. I had been "breadcrumbed" by a guy who had been chasing me for about a year, then got a fiancé, broke up with said fiancé, took me on a date where we … Continue reading Men are cancelled.

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How to chill the f*ck out when you’re bad at chilling the f*ck out

Confession: I'm really bad at chilling the fuck out. When I'm not worried about work, school, guys, money, my chronic illness or how my body looks in the mirror, I find something else to worry about. I can't remember exactly when my anxiety started, but I can't remember a time where I didn't have anxiety. … Continue reading How to chill the f*ck out when you’re bad at chilling the f*ck out

A cat call is not just a cat call.

TRIGGER WARNING:  sexual assault, rape.       Hey gorgeous, can I take you out to lunch? Damn those legs.  My headphones suddenly becomes a mental shield. I know you heard me.  His presence is so close. The cigarette smoke fills my nostrils. Hey let me -- "Can you just fuck off? I'm not interested, leave … Continue reading A cat call is not just a cat call.

No, I don’t want to grab a drink.

Let's take one more shot and go back to your place.  My half-eaten ramen bowl sat in front of me with a cocktail glass half full of a crushed lime and watered down Tito's. Two more tequila shots please! Rail's fine.  Rail tequila? I'm equally grossed out as I am offended. He closes out his … Continue reading No, I don’t want to grab a drink.

Reclaiming #selfcare: a happiness project

I've been holding off on writing this post for several reasons. I've written drafts, none of which felt right. I wasn't in the right mindset, and I'm not totally sure I am right now. Tonight, I find myself at a cider bar sipping on ice water. The lighting is dim, Ariana Grande's Sweetener album is on repeat … Continue reading Reclaiming #selfcare: a happiness project

I’m anxious.

I write this in a state of anxiety. Not quite a full-blown anxiety attack, but more of a well, low-key anxiety attack. **** I'm a senior in high school. I'm ready to graduate and jet off to college. I'm over the rumors, the whispers in the hallway, the looks. I'm over the way I morphed … Continue reading I’m anxious.

How to lose a guy in 7 days

It was the shortest relationship I've ever had. Laughable, almost. *** I don't like to put a timeline on my life. I don't like to say you should arguing with your S/O over how many pillows you should have on your bed at age 27. Or you should be making x amount of money at the age of … Continue reading How to lose a guy in 7 days

I decide it’s ok to give a shit.

Do you get a weird source of inspiration from public transport? Like, I always feel like I’m at my peak of inspo wen I’m on a train, plane or bus. I'm not sure if this is a normal thing, but I always get my best thoughts out at the expense of a $3.65 metro ride…or … Continue reading I decide it’s ok to give a shit.

When you go balls deep

I'm moving to California, ma! I was so certain of my future before it even began. Senior year of college I spent hours at my laptop researching jobs out on the west coast. I dreamt of grazing the warm sand with my hands and touching the Pacific coast with my bare feet. Lips pursed against … Continue reading When you go balls deep