• The Art Of Moving On

    It’s Sunday afternoon, or morning for you, as you are just waking up after a long night of partying and drinking your heartbreak away. You drag yourself out of bed, drink about a gallon of water, and swallow some Tylenol to get rid of your killer headache. You check your phone, and embarrassingly read a total of four drunk texts that you sent to the guy who broke your heart about — you glance at the calendar — 23 days ago. On Facebook, after stalking your ex’s page, and staring aimlessly at the picture of him and a girl that he was tagged in, you type up a long, drawn out…

  • Lessons Learned: A Little More Personal

    If there’s one thing I’ve learned during my 19, going on 20, years of life on this beloved planet, it’s that there are some lessons that only your mistakes can teach you. Since I was young girl, I craved affection from the opposite sex. It might have been because of my daddy issues, or it might have just been that I liked boys, or it might have been a little bit of both. Either way, I had crushes and I was also very upfront about it, and that came with a lot of rejection. During my awkward middle school stage I was even more blunt in revealing my crushes, which…