Kendra Syrdal

No one needs a stadium to hear about their problems.

You know how to really be there for someone.

If my debit card would get declined buying eggs benedict.

You should never worry about being too loud, too turned on, too needy, or about asking for something that society says you “shouldn’t.”

You didn’t save us from spinsterhood, you didn’t white knight us. You asked us out and we said yes. Moving right along.

The truth is, I owe you an apology. Our relationship has been really rocky over the years but out of the two of us I’ve definitely done more wrong than right by you.

I’ve heard a billion reasons for “why I’m like this.” I have intimacy issues, I’m afraid of liking people. My heart was broken and never really healed.

“You broke my heart and you never knew you had it in the first place.”

Don’t waste your time with boys who don’t text you back.

I just want to stare at nothing listening to the sound of my own lungs and sleep until I can stop pretending to want to go to brunch or even that I give a damn, because I don’t.

You are the person who has made “fat” the worst thing someone can be. Not cruel, uncouth, unintelligent, ignorant, impolite. Just fat. That, according to you, is the bottom of the barrel.

The bed is still all yours and no one is eating your food. It’s kind of, and by kind of I mean totally, great.