“OH MY GOD!!!” we both screamed as the girl in the low-cut black sequined dress scratched my back to get a closer look at Justin Bieber.
It gives you a little reminder every day that’s like, “Hey! It’s not a bad life, it’s just your Depression.”
Let me guess: Your favorite author is Isaac Asimov?
“You could go right now, but I don’t think you’re ready,” he said. How insane for someone else to tell me that I’m not ready?
“Can I ask you an awkward question?” he asked me in his drunken stupor, via Snapchat messages. “I’m going to do it anyway. Have you done porn, and if so, where is it?”
Last night I woke up shivering and sweating. The tips of my fingers were numb. I began to panic and cry and did not understand what was going on. Is this still PTSD?
Once, a couple years ago, I was visiting my parents for some holiday and overheard a strange news story blaring from the television. “Hand sanitizer doesn’t work,” a newscaster claimed. “A new study shows that the effects of hand sanitizer only last for 10 seconds.”