Why Every Girl Should Have a Girlfriend

Every girl should have a girlfriend. At least one. Because while boys are great fun to be with, they don't quite compare to a girlfriend. It's only with your girlfriends that you can sit looking like a homeless person and still behave like you're Miss Universe. A girlfriend will always tell you how nice you look when you're at a party because she knows the effort that has gone into your outfit and well, everyone likes a compliment, don't they? Also, who better to sit and gossip with? Having a girlfriend is almost as necessary as breathing. With your girlfriends, you can sing off-key, dance like absolute fools, exchange beauty tips and drool on celebrities and the cute boys in your class. Girlfriends are also there during all the issues. The heartbreak, the fights, the loss of a sense of purpose. They understand. They empathize. They also hold a way bigger grudge than you possibly could for the ones who hurt you. What makes a girlfriend special is the fact that she doesn't have to be like you, doesn't even have to have the same interests as you and yet, she manages to understand you on a level that no one else possibly can. Sure, there is the passive aggressive fighting which can implode once in a while, but true girlfriends will always be there for each other in anyway possible-to comfort, to bitch, to gossip, to lift each other's spirits, to be brutally honest even when it hurts, to stick up for each other and also to stop each other from becoming high maintenance divas. Girlfriends are your friends till the very end. And also, us girls have got to stick together!

Bidding Adieu and Saying Hello

It's officially my last day on earth as a teenager. Tomorrow I shall become an adult. A real life, walking, talking adult. Huh. That doesn't sound as frightening and ominous as I thought it would. So what did I do to commemorate this very sacred day? I studied. Quite mature of me, no? Perhaps premonitive of the years to come. It's been nice being a teenager.  Tantrums were considered rebellion, identity began to take shape, opinions were formed, friends were made, friends were lost, pimples were a constant enemy, so was a widening waistline. And as all good things come to an end, I bid my teenage years goodbye and say hello to my twenties. Here's to a whole new decade of establishing who I am; here's to a decade of actually acting my age; here's to a decade of falling in love (fingers crossed), here's to a decade of no childish temper tantrums (I will try my best), and finally, here's to the decade that I've been looking forward to since before I knew what it was like to grow up. Hello new friend, I hope we are good to each other. We are grown ups, are we not?