Katie Mather

Someone told me recently that the lack of oxygen on airplanes makes it easier to cry, so maybe that’s why I’m more of a nightmare while flying. When I got to my seat—18C, aisle seat always, near the exit row because I’m a control freak—I knew this flight was going to be particularly rough because I had A LOT I didn’t want to think about.

Towards The End, I was entirely silent, and I can’t tell if that’s a fault of my overall character or telling of how numb I was to everything that was happening.

I read two articles earlier—one was on self-sabotaging and the other was on what to do when the person you like and want and who likes and wants you, ends up liking and wanting someone else too. Both made me feel kinda nauseous.

Hello there, generic internet audience. It is I, a generic 20-something writer living in New York City, here to bestow upon you some generic advice about love and dating and relationships (sup Jake, are you still checking in on me?).

I still check his social media!!! Even though we don’t talk!!! I still get butterflies when there’s something new!!! What the FUCK!!!

There is nothing men fear more than the hot girl’s friend coming over to join the conversation. It is the universal code for Game Over.

It’s so important you bring the essentials! Like makeup remover wipes and a strong sense of biting resentment!

The warmth and satisfaction that comes from finishing a serious, emotionally-draining, and vulnerable conversation—especially late at night and especially if not pre-planned.

CHEESE FRIES: “Insanely good” and “cheap” but “offset” by the fact that you will “inevitably” throw it all up in “less than an hour wait.”

But, like, should I start one?!?

It’s funny to read in my diaries how some of my worst moments happened in LA, but nostalgia makes me think it’s ok to go back. I said this to someone recently and they thought that “funny” was a weird way of describing it.

Thank you so much for taking the time to reach out to me! However, I honest to god cannot text you back right now because I went to a work happy hour and made small talk for three hours, so I’m done socializing for today.

A newly discovered source of contentment for me has been drinking my coffee on the floor of my living room in my underwear. Sitting alone on the floor is like peeling off another protective layer. I don’t have to be a real person.

You hate it when they cancel on you or have to reschedule. Usually because you spend your whole day emotionally preparing to see them, and also because you have this tiny irrational, suppressed idea that you should be their number one priority forever and ever.

From anywhere in the house, you can hear the clink of their coffee mugs hitting the granite countertop of the island in our kitchen. I always find comfort in hearing those clinks because it means nobody has plans for most of the morning. I hate waking up to an empty house.

Dermatologists really love all Neutrogena products for any skin care concerns you may have, especially now that the world is ending.

The whole thing reminds me of a Joan Didion quote that I feel like I will later on be embarrassed I even put in here.

How I Successfully Manage To Avoid Revealing Anything Personal About Myself In Regular Conversation