When Marlo and I arrived at the party, we realized that staying home might’ve been the better plan. The door opened into a living room sprawling with peers we hardly knew. I scoured the room for a familiar face but the closest thing I found was Natalie from Chemistry. Marlo…

I can’t help but mourn a life I’m yet to live — There’s this Sylvia Plath poem called Mad Girl’s Love Song. It might just be the epitome of teen romance, but alas, discrediting one’s own desire to be loved is yet another byproduct of (say it with me) misogyny. I think that’s really what it is to be a teenage girl…