My university could have been the site of the country's next mass shooting.

I feel like I've been holding my breath and I need to exhale, at least a bit. So this is my way of exhaling.

Go to school. Try to be perfect. Ignore your stomach. Avoid water. Even water makes you look fat. Go home. Work out again. Don’t eat.

Now, I know all (or at least most of) you girls will relate, but before any guys exit out of this post because periods scare you or you're like "Girl stuff, I don't care," hold it right there.

The best friend a girl could ask for.

Clear boundaries and straightforward, honest communication is mostly nonexistent. What's a label? Because I don't think they exist anymore.

Ah, first loves. What beautiful, terrible things they are.

I've been struggling to find things to write about, but not because of a lack of ideas.