Suddenly I have a new empathy for every guy who has ever whined at how difficult it is to talk to women.
If you’re responsible enough to get married, then you should be financially responsible enough to afford it.
It’s an odd feeling, wanting to fit in as a full on grown-up. It’s even more odd knowing I genuinely like who I am and what I do and how I think.
For better or for worse, I’ll forget about it. And you will too. I’m a psycho. You’re a loser. The end.
Social media often means that without intending to, you have created an imaginary version of the person without context.
My mood constantly fluctuates between “I NEED to be there” and “Get me the HELL out of here.”