I'm not sure why I have been writing about Grand Central so much, but this was about the moment I realized I hadn't been on a train alone since we broke up, and suddenly I was returned to this place we had always been together. I had this sickening feeling that I would see you, although I knew I wouldn't.

This is a slam piece on the limiting standards of young women in society. Sometimes it feels like I am fighting to feel valuable, and am isolating myself by doing what is seen as acceptable. TW: swearing, sexual language, negative self talk