Cynthia Bonitz

I refuse to fill myself with hate just because things didn’t go how I wanted them to. That’s for everything in life.

I am only me. And that’s the brilliant part of it. Because this isn’t “it” for me. This is actually a time of my life I will one day miss.

Life isn’t the scene of some romantic movie that’s filled with tears and drama and Coldplay and frantic sweet nothings.

The guy I’ll end with won’t belong on paper. Because sparks are created on impulse, for no good reason, with no second thought.

Imagine what people see when they look at you. Imagine the “story” that sketches in their mind, this polished perception of the life you live, and realize firsthand just how full of shit it is.

Taking a sexual Snapchat isn’t easy. This isn’t taking a picture of snow or a cappuccino or a drunken duck face selfie. This is capturing your freak flag. Like boom, there it is.

I think of other places that might want me better. Anywhere but here, it felt like, and I would be happier. And it made me so sad.

In my mind it’s all so simple. Movement, trusting, feelings, confidence. And when I’m there in my mind, seeing the world carry on as best it should, I will be a whole person

I’ve tried to make sense of it. Because when things don’t go according to plan it has to be for some bigger reason.

Was it love? I shrugged at the question inside my mind because I’d never been in love before, and I didn’t know what it was supposed to feel like.

6. Avoid moving in with Craigslist people just because they’re cute.