Let’s face it, sometimes you want to get drunk, and you want to get drunk fast. You might need some girls night drinking games to get on it before hitting the club,...
Because there’s no space in your life for fake bitches.
Who tells it like it is, and who smooths your feelings over once you’ve been told? 
Waiting for him to reply to your texts like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 
Here’s the thing: I can’t do anything about my anxiety any more than I can make my hair naturally smooth or my boobs bigger – it’s part of who I am.
It’s not something that I can even pretend to control.
It’s so easy to fall into a pattern where we give and give until there’s nothing left.
The staff made it clear my sexual orientation should be kept hidden.
Do I think I’m invisible because I’m depressed, or am I genuinely being ignored? What’s a real feeling and what’s the disease?
“What shoes go with my newfound self-confidence?”
“Stop talking to her. That girl is your enemy.”
I’m quite content with my fur baby, thank you very much. 
I think wanting a relationship that isn’t muddied in past lives is not too much to ask.