"She called me at 2 a.m., woke me up from a deep sleep because my Sherlock main theme ringtone interrupted my dream of a better life. When I answered the phone in a daze, I said hello half-awake and all I could hear was the sound of her losing her breath between deep sobs and sniffling. She didn’t say anything for 15 minutes. Just let the sound of her world shattering fill my ears. When she finally caught her words she said my name like it was the last thing she would ever be able to say. Before I could reply with worry, there was a knock at her front door and then the sound of it opening. She turned to her bedroom door to find me standing in the frame. Still half-asleep, still listening. She opened her mouth and the only thing that fell out was silence. I invited myself in her bed, took her body in my arms and her sobbing started again. This time it came in great waves. Waves big enough to pull the both of us under its current. I just lay there, letting her shake in my arms. I was still half-asleep but I was fully aware that she didn’t need the overwhelming silence of our 2 a.m. phone call to know that I was there for her. She needed me to be right beside her."
"nothing will ruin your 20’s more than thinking you should have your life together already."
"I was six years old, and I couldn’t wait to
grow up. I thought that being sixteen was
the perfect age. I thought my teenage years
would be filled with late nights, kissing boys
in parking lots, going to school dances just
to ditch them, sneaking out at midnight to
get drunk and wake up in my best friend’s
room. I thought that it would be filled with
adventure, and excitement, and I thought
that when I got my heartbroken, all my
friends would throw a slumber party just to
cheer me up. I thought that these years
were suppose to be the best of my life.
But all I got was late nights spent studying
for that geometry test I would end up failing.
Days filled with anxiety because I just can’t
fucking stop thinking about how much school
stresses me out, and low self esteem because
I was not the beautiful blonde girl every guy
in town wanted. I had my first shot at a party
that wasn’t even a “party” half the people there
were smoking pot in the back room, the other
half, drunk. My first heartbreak, I was left to
cry tears alone in my room, my best friend
became the pillow under my head that caught
every god damn tear I cried. This was not what
I imagined, but I am happy that six year old me
didn’t see it this way, because I’m not sure if
she would stick around for it."