Advice

On your first heartbreak.

I’m currently going through my first heart break. And, christ, does it hurt. I’m 18, about to graduate as valedictorian and recently got accepted to my dream school, NYU. Last week I was living in ecstasy, and this week I can’t think of anything worse than getting out of bed in the morning knowing that there’s a 65% chance of seeing my ex (what a fucking awful term, ‘ex’). I’ve literally studied/worked my whole life to get to where I am now, so why should I be preoccupied by thoughts of sorrow caused by some asshole who thinks he can make do without me?

I shouldn’t,  I know.

But it’s hard, Coke, I loved the shit out of that boy and I’ve never felt so lost and subordinate in my life.

Do you have any tips for a pitiful heartbroken teen who’s lost her sense of direction?

You’re preoccupied by thoughts of sorrow because you’re a batshit teenager. It doesn’t matter if you’re one of the smart ones, that’s just the way it goes.

Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. You haven’t lost your sense of direction. Losing your sense of direction is some shit that happens over time as life wears you down. You’re just a little dazed because you’ve had your ego shattered. At your age, that’s something you can recover from by listening to shitty music for a month.

Not that you want to hear it, but being dumped right now might be the best thing for you. Heartbreak sucks and all, but it’s better to learn what that process feels like now. You have plenty of time to get back up, dust yourself off, and head over to NYU with a bit more emotional maturity under your belt.

Trust me, in New York, having had this experience will be a helluva lot more valuable than the fact that you were valedictorian, so as fucked up as it sounds, congratulations on your first heartbreak.

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