To The Boy Who Won't Ever Love Me Back
It's OK to have soul mates to whom we will never mean a single thing
It's OK to have soul mates to whom we will never mean a single thing
There was always a popular girl with better instincts, more friends, and dresses I could never quite fit into. But I always attempted to anyway.
I interviewed him about pizza, working for Hillary Clinton, and how he’s standing up on Inauguration Day
Has all this heartache served a greater purpose? Hell no. But writing about it has.
I have become an expert at finding patterns and reading self-help books. But they still don't give me the answers I'm looking for.
I used to want to my misery to be sexy. But I was never fun dark. I was sad dark.
I wanted him to know that I was smart and likable. I wanted him to understand how great I am.
It’s safe here in the world of fantasy — there’s nothing risky or scary.
I spent my adolescence looking for validation from boys — until I stopped
On learning to accept my disability.
I wanted a guy like him to find me alluring. I wanted a guy like that to want me.
There are the days where it begins to feel bleak, where I get sweaty and don’t know where in the classroom to look. I have my nights where the only thing I want to do is curl up in a ball.
Suddenly, she was not the evil monster I had made her up to be. She was just a high school sophomore.