I wrote this months ago, to cope with a bad breakup I was struggling through. I was never going to release this piece, however, as I am seeing happening, it’s fall break breakup season.

Going home to see that everyone you once loved has changed and grown up is hard. But seeing a significant other and trying to make what once was special, the same, I would imagine is a difficult task. So this one is for you, whoever is leaving home, heartbroken.

Those of you who are crying on your roommate's futon and eating dining hall ice cream with your college best friends. This one for those who don’t know where to go next, just hold out hope. I made it through, I know you definitely can too. Soon enough, it will all be in the past. In the wise words of someone who I care a little too much about, “It’s time to close the yearbook.” Once you can finally do so, you’ll find your peace.

Heartbreak. It’s a pretty simple concept. However, the intensity of the emotions that go along with heartbreak is rather, extreme. One minute, crying on the floor, the next trying to punch a hole through a wall, then back to crying. The question “Why me?” is often the common phrase used. This phrase, however, is NOT the right one. Your heart is broken for a reason. There were real emotions associated with that person. Love, Empathy, Caring, Longing, Lust, Desire, Hope, these are all strong emotions. When you open yourself up and share your deepest fears and deepest dreams, there's going to be consequences. The pain you feel, that’s only temporary. When love ends, it’s like a death. When the person you love, no longer can get the words, I love you, out of their mouth and MEAN it, the person you love, has died. That person is no longer your person. Just like a death, it requires the same mourning time. Despite that empty pit in the stomach, eat. Despite the need to sleep away the pain, wake up. Despite the dagger feeling being sent through your heart, laugh. Despite the tears streaming down your face, smile. Despite the numb feeling, LIVE. There aren't hundreds of power ballads out there on Spotify for no reason. Get out there, live your life, don’t let anyone tell you that you aren’t a boss ass bitch because if they do that, they aren’t meant to be in your life.