This Is What Makes Us Girls

Remember how we used to party up all night, sneaking out and looking for a taste of real life?

Stealing our parent’s liquor, going to parks at 1 am on a summer night, talking about how much we hate school and how we want to just disappear and move somewhere else. We would daydream a lot, but after our teenage angsty high, we would return home and get that sad feeling that dreams are just dreams. Sad teenage girls crawling into the safe heaven of their sheets. This is what makes us girls.




“I met this boy”, she started saying with a smile on her face in the crowded train. She started showing me pictures of him, with a shy smile on her face. “I really like him you know?” she said hopefully. Hope. That is what she lost after the boy broke her heart. “Why would he do this to me?” “Why are all boys such assholes?” She said while she looked at her coffee with puffy eyes and quivering lips. This is what makes us girls.



“Oh my God, he’s cute”, she said to me while we were walking down the stairs, and to my misfortune, he was more than cute. Cute boys will be the death of me. Being the teenage girls we are we decided to follow him. Tall curly-haired boy with a cute smile and a cigarette between his lips. At the end we didn’t really care about him, we were just laughing and running around acting like there wasn’t a worry in the world. Because at the end of the day the memories you’ll have are you with you best friend trying to follow someone. You won’t remember that someone’s face, but you will remember how much you laughed when you realized the boy new you’ve been following him. This is what makes us girls.


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10 thoughts on “This Is What Makes Us Girls

  1. omg the boy knew you were following him!!!! hahaha
    I love your writing, it feels so personal and you really know how to reflect feelings and emotions

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