Holly Riordan

He lets you borrow his sweatshirts.

You’re single, because you refuse to accept compliments. You refuse to believe that anyone could find you attractive.

Boys call her emotional, because it’s easier to dismiss her feelings than to deal with them. It’s easier to call her psycho than to think about the words she said and find the truth hidden inside them.

Sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night and have no idea what’s bothering me. I just feel fear. Fear for my life. Fear for my future.

When he sees you in person, he flirts with you nonstop and tells you how much fun you are to be around. But when you’re out of sight, it’s like you’re out of mind. He rarely contacts you first.

Unfortunately, her kindness can come across as obsessive. It might seem like she is clingy and desperate and in need of his attention — but that’s not the reality at all.

If you can find a dog at a party, you’ll spend all of your time on the floor with it. It beats having small talk with strangers that you’ll probably never see again.

I know it’s only a matter of time until I crack and contact you. Until I break my streak of acting like you’re a stranger.

It looked like blood, except it was the wrong color. Too thick. It almost felt like the slime we used to play with as kids. The kind that stuck to the wall and crawled its way down.

I find something to complain about, even when my life is going well. Even when the only complaints I have are about petty little things, things that most people would call me crazy for even noticing.

You’re always counting down. You keep track of the days until vacation. The hours until you can climb back into bed. The minutes left until the show you’re watching is over. You keep looking at the clock and calendar instead of enjoying what’s right in front of you.

She’s too smart to deal with mixed signals and men that go MIA.

Liking you hurts. It hurts when you take too long to text back. It hurts when you say you’re too busy to see her. It hurts when you put other people first.

Virgo: You would freak out and beg one of your most trusted friends to come rescue you, to tell you what to do next.

Whenever you get excited about a date, he either cancels on you or ends up having a fight with you that ruins the memory of the night. Something always goes wrong.

“The first person wheeled in… just didn’t seem to have a head. There was this bloody mass at the top of his neck but it didn’t look human.”

“That’s when I saw it. A skull floating in the water with just the eye sockets and part of the nasal cavity sitting there in the water looking right at me about 50 feet away. An immediate sense of dread took me. It was the most scared I’d ever been in my life. Then an even worse feeling took over — calmness and the sudden urge to jump in the water.”

Putting in effort means going out of his way to spend time with you. It’s not texting you when it’s convenient. It’s not asking you to come over at the last second when he’s bored and the rest of his friends are busy.