This is for my girlies currently going through boy drama.

I was sitting in a café, catching up with a close family friend, when she started telling me about her niece going through heartbreak over some boy.

Typical teenage girl heartbreak. Crying over mixed signals, overthinking texts, replaying conversations in her head like FBI evidence.

I laughed and said, “She’s a teenager. Of course it’ll pass.”

And she laughed too and replied, “Teenagers are always so dramatic.”

What feels so obvious to me now would’ve sounded completely different to 16-year-old Carina. I started thinking about my own teenage love stories. Or situationships. Or whatever we’re calling emotional torture these days.

And honestly? Teenage girls are dramatic, but only because they feel everything so intensely.

A boy takes slightly too long to reply and suddenly your whole mood is ruined. He says one nice thing to you in chemistry class and now you’re planning your future wedding.

And somehow, my type was always the funny boys.

It’s ALWAYS the funny boys.

Not even the conventionally attractive ones sometimes. Just boys who could make me laugh enough for me to ignore behaviour that should’ve honestly sent me into witness protection.

Most of them were emotionally unavailable too, which in retrospect is just… teenage boys in general. Half of them could barely communicate their favourite colour, let alone their feelings.

But at 16, emotional unavailability feels romantic. The push and pull. The confusion. The inconsistency. Pinterest quotes really convinced an entire generation of girls that suffering builds character.

Meanwhile your friends are sitting there looking at you like:
“Stand up.”

And the worst part is that your girlfriends are almost always right. They’ll tell you he’s weird, unserious, emotionally draining… and you’ll still defend him like you’re his lawyer in court.

I did embarrassing things too. Changed my style. Changed my hair. Suddenly cared about hobbies I had never thought about before. Accepted excuses that barely even made sense because I wanted to believe there was “potential.”

Girls can build entire love stories out of absolutely nothing.

A three minute conversation?
Soulmates.

One song recommendation?
Basically marriage.

Eye contact?
Don’t even get me started.

I think the moment I finally grew up a little was when my mom told me:
“If someone loves you, they won’t constantly make excuses not to see you.”

And unfortunately… she ate with that one.

Because when someone genuinely likes you, it’s actually not that confusing. We just romanticise the confusion because stable love seems “boring” when you’re young.

But love is supposed to feel safe. Consistent. Comforting. Not like you’re decoding ancient manuscripts every time he texts “haha.”

And I know this sounds harsh, but every girl needs to hear it at least once:

If he wanted to, he would.

No amount of no contact, manifestation, reposting sad quotes, changing yourself, or rereading old messages at 2am will force someone to love you properly.

And honestly? That’s okay.

Because one day you’ll realise that all the energy you spent trying to be enough for the wrong boy could’ve been spent loving yourself a little more instead.

So to my girls currently going through boy heartbreaks:
I’m sending you a big hug, a dramatic playlist, and a massive tub of chocolate ice cream.

You will survive this.
Unfortunately, probably while listening to Lana Del Rey.