Aly McHenry

I’m writing this because I have OCD, and I’m bitter as hell about it.

It was a Tuesday, which felt kind of odd—I mean shouldn’t calling your ex be reserved for your drunk Saturday nights instead of your Tuesday afternoons?

In a few months, I’d tell myself, my body might look a lot different. And maybe then I’d love it.

I am finally unlearning all of that and instead, slowly learning that life doesn’t have to be a battle verses only myself. 

We’re in love. But we’re young. So let’s meet again some day.

Humans are resilient. 

You don’t have to keep it all bottled up, and you don’t have to cage yourself in instead of letting yourself break free. 

You’re a human who has made a difference in the world, whether you realize it or not. 

Physical Touch: You’ll lose her if you quit holding her hand during the day, and stop making her feel desired at night.

Perfect girls post perfect selfies. Their skin will glow beautifully with the filter they carefully chose and their eyes will shine brighter than any pair of eyes you’ve ever seen before.

Anxiety has one goal, and it’s to destroy people. And sometimes it does.

You’re going to pick yourself up and get over the boy who tried to break you because he was never the one for you.

Somehow I ended up on the floor. I was on my knees. I didn’t know how I got there. I felt wrong. I felt confused.

He’ll treat you like a partner, and never like a burden.

“I’m done,” I said in an even tone.

Tonight is the night I feel hopeless.

If you were born during the Third Quarter you’re a terrible person because you’re selfish.

But I need you to know, I am not that girl. I never will be.