Holly Riordan

You waste time examining mixed signals. You waste time overthinking the texts he sends. You waste time trying to figure out what the hell he’s thinking because he is never straight with you. 

I am not the kind of girl who causes butterflies.

You feel like a priority. You feel like a first choice. You feel like you’re getting as much as you’re giving.

There is nothing more annoying that a person who believes that it’s okay to be fickle, it’s okay to leave me waiting, it’s okay to pick and choose when to pay attention to me and when to act like I’m invisible.

You so badly want to believe that they have feelings for you too that you start to read into everything that they say and do. 

You keep her up at night hoping that one day she’ll be falling asleep next to you instead of next to a text from you. 

I recently installed the Waze app on my phone, a GPS that spoke up to tell me when a red light camera was reported up ahead, when a police officer was reported up ahead, even when a goddamn pot hole was reported up ahead.

When someone asks how I am, my gut instinct is to pretend that everything is okay. 

Stay single until you find someone who wants what’s best for you, even if that means you have to spend more time away from them and more time at the office. 

“A girl I found in an AOL chat room tried to convince me that the devil had raped me. And the devil raping wasn’t the creepiest part, she knew where I lived and my parents names and what I looked like.”

“I used to fantasize about sewing someone’s mouth shut with a dull needle and thick thread.”

Thank you for all of the shots you’ve bought me when I didn’t have any money left in my wallet. For all of the times you ran to the liquor store and bought a bottle because you knew I was coming over. 

You never have the chance to sit back and relax, because you’re selfless. You’re always busy doing something for someone else. 

You turn her into a brand new person. A person who sees the worst in others instead of expecting the best.

She wants so much more from you than friendship. And since she knows that’s never going to happen, she has to keep her distance. She has to do what’s best for her sanity and stay away. 

I hate that you can’t see how amazing you are. 

If he only texts you after you post extra sexy Instagram pictures, then he’s only looking for one thing. And he’s going to leave you as soon as he gets it. 

He should be there for you during emergencies, during those moments when you need him the most.