"It’s true. Boys are going to fuck you over. They’re going to grab you waist, kiss you neck and whisper in your ear but on the drive back home they’ll be texting other girls and telling them they’d do the exact same things to them. You’re going to be treated like an object, you’re going to come across more drugs then you knew existed and who knows you might even end up doing them. You’re going to get your heartbroken, you’re going to fail a test at least once in your life and you’re going to meet that many people who make you realise just how different some people are. Anyway, the way I see it is that you need to get stuck in the moment, you need to chuck some things in the fuck it bucket and move on, you need to learn to say no when you want and yes when the time is right. You need to live you life, ‘cause you only get one chance too and every moment you think about that boy or that test you’re forgetting that fact that you’ve got a whole life ahead of you ready to be fucking lived."
I called my brother at midnight, left a message crying my eyes out and woke up to this text.