Brianne McDonald

You’re past the point where you believe there is something different or special about you. There isn’t, you know that, but it’s not a bad thing.

We all have, or have had, people in our lives we think we know.

I love you. You’re my best friend and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. [Insert name here] will you grow fat and old with me?

You can do this, I promise.

Big changes often start small.

Anyone who’s been depressed knows the cycle of self-loathing that backs you into a dark corner. Depression isn’t just sadness, it’s more a lack of anything.

Real humanity and true, honest connection exists between individuals when all the nonsense is stripped away.

Yes, kind bartender person, I would like your best drink that tastes the least like alcohol. Thank you.

The world keeps moving, running past you, and it doesn’t make sense how it can all keep going on after your life is over.

I know the silence that follows the setting of the sun, when there’s no T.V. or video games or computers to fill the stillness, just soft voices and quiet smiles in the deepening darkness.

2. Despite fawning over elaborate and extremely public proposal scenes, the idea of one actually happening to you in real life leaves you hyperventilating in something very akin to pure, unadulterated terror.

1. Everyone, seriously everyone, is going to judge you.