If you swapped lives with your best friend, you wouldn’t call them a failure. You’d congratulate them on all that they’ve achieved. So why can’t you do the same for yourself?

Everything was going good. Great, even. Felix’s fingers were clutching my hips, his lips gliding against my neck as tiny moans fluttered from my mouth. I was still throbbing from my second orgasm. This guy was a real keeper.

Eight bucks for that teeny tiny shot you gulped down in two seconds? That can’t be right. Thank goodness you’re a lightweight.

A man doesn’t determine your value. Most of them don’t stick around long enough to see the real you anyway.

“If you’re laying in bed, full AF, but also thinking about that leftover pie—I feel you.”

If you think she hasn’t written about you, you’re highly mistaken. If you’re of any importance at all, she’s scribbled your name down within her pages.

there needs to be a test to get on the internet.

Play to win!

These things I’ve thought defining traits of my personality, and my own great failings, listed as symptoms to an identifiable disorder. A treatable condition.

They said they found me in a girl from school’s bedroom in the middle of the night. I don’t remember being there. I don’t remember her parents shining a flashlight on me. I don’t remember her screaming.