Emory Ann

Why do I find the need to validate my existence to my busier friends? Why do I feel that I have to wear nice clothes in public so that I will not be judged by my coffee shop lifestyle? Why?

Everyone deserves a little downtime; everyone deserves a lazy Sunday on the couch or a day of the week where they simply choose to do nothing. Yet, the heart of self-destruction lies in knowing you “shouldn’t” but still “doing.”

We fall asleep together and it’s just like old times when I thought your stupid mind would never break my poor, poor, stupid heart. But you did so…

I am a girl who got everything she wanted but was always made to feel like it wasn’t enough. “You can never be happy,” he used to tell me, and oh — how that still hurts to hear.

We have no choice but to roll with the punches, move on, and just ride.

You have found yourself saying you want to marry into a big family.

I have to accept and taste the sting of being rejected from jobs, of late nights and small paychecks, of potential heartbreak or potential forever.

In the midst of all your dating frustrations, all the unreturned texts and crappy first dates, there is someone out there in the world waiting to meet YOU.

I was pretty ridiculous and rowdy and high school and now I look back, shake my head and think “idiot.”

It’s not the end of the world. Really. Seriously.

In 10 years we will be 30-somethings and someone else on some other website will tell us how to raise our families, what jobs we should have, and what our average day should look like.

I am haunted by that Charlie Brown quote “I think I’m afraid of being happy because whenever I get too happy something bad always happens.”