No One Wants a Sad Girl

At the end of your teen years, being sad makes you hot. Everyone sings about it and how it gives your character depth. Yet, when you're closer to thirty, it is no longer appealing. Staying constantly in a circle of victimisation and self-pity no longer gets you the complicated male protagonist that seems cool in your story.

Therefore, you pick yourself up and use a mirror to stare at your own reflection. You're cracking the fragile surface, looking your soul straight in the eye. Detangling the shackles that held you back your whole life. You avoid Sad Girl by Lana Del Rey like the plague. You no longer seek external validation or being perceived as how you deem socially correct, and accept the ultimate truth that you are a mere finite creature who is one day leaving everything you deem important behind.

When discernment fell upon me, and my third eye awakened from a forever slumber. I took off to unknown lands, walked on scorching hot sands, mouth agape, wondering why I wasted years in lamentation over scrutinized details that torment me into purgatory.

I can no longer subscribe to the "sad girl" ideology. The demure philosophy. I'd rather be loud and present than conjure something up, that doesn't represent me in the least.

I always thought being quiet and remaining a mystery would buy me love in the shortest time. In hindsight, I'm grateful for the wait I've been bestowed upon. I got to discover my ulterior uniqueness. I got to give my heart away to friends who taught me valuable lessons. I ultimately learned that love doesn't stop when you're crushed numerous times. Love remains in you, runs through you in various ways. Thus, you stop looking for it in faulty methods.

Someday, you'll wake up wondering if you had married your best friend after high school, would you have the freedom you enjoy now? Would you be able to know who you truly are when all you knew was the version of yourself with him? Would the trauma never come haunting you? Making your strength stand the test of time.

You realize that the ifs and buts hold you in self-made cells that you constructed in your mind. Eventually, what was meant to happen was shaped by your own hands, and then reality becomes an easier pill to swallow.

All I'm trying to say is don't be sad, mad, or sorrowful, hiding behind grudges to prove that you're worthy of their attention. Be present, sunshine, the life of the party. Laugh, grin, and don't dissect how you look while doing that, because contrary to popular belief, no one gives a shit about this. They only sense your insecurities when you reek of them.

Let loose, live while you can! Laugh and dance, because one day your knees will hurt and you'll die mourning regrets over lack of maturity and good discernment.

I wish you the best. You got this.