Kendra Syrdal

I broke your heart into a million little pieces so I have to keep breaking my own until we’re even.

I haven’t heard his voice in too long but even thinking about his smile makes me want to throw up. His name came up when co-workers and I were brainstorming ideas for a project and I pictured having to face him and I just froze. I couldn’t breathe.

You’re with a bad boy, and you know that no matter how you try to spin it, you’re just another notch for him.

There is a difference between going onto Twitter and making fun of yourself for burning the roof of your mouth your pizza bites (been there) and constantly using it as a way to poke at things you just don’t happen to be into.

You don’t actually know what a macchiato is. You’ve definitely gone to a mom and pop’ coffee shop and been rudely surprised when you got essentially a shot of espresso, am I right?

People tell you you’re running away from your problems, and maybe you are.

I never loved you. But now the sun is going to come up and I’m thinking about you and missing your smile again.

My issue with anonymity is people get to avoid that. It’s the online equivalent of cheating the system. You can go onto a website or a blog and say nasty, cruel and disgusting things and then click out of your browser and it has little to no effect on your life.

Each day that goes by where I don’t text you is like a little victory.

You swallow the words that have tried to fight their way out. You take piping hot showers to wash away any trace of your feelings and of him.

If you like someone you talk to them. None of this “well she texted me first so I’m going to put her in purgatory for a couple days” bullshit.

We’re fiercely loyal and always have your back. We are the first to stand up for somebody and will go down swinging to defend our parents or really anyone else who we care about.