Words by: Coby Renkin Art by: Lauren Easter
I spent a lot of my high school years feeling a little disconnected from the people I surrounded myself with. I had friends — people I adored and spent all my spare time with, but I often found myself questioning whether they were really ‘my people’.
… Finding My People
Words by: Lara Christensen Art by: Gabrielle Poh
My first heartbreak was with a boy who felt he couldn’t be my friend anymore.
We’d been friends since middle school, often waiting together as we were usually the last ones to be picked up from school. We talked about everything, talked during everything and were childishly proud that our Snapchat streak was so long.
… Which Cut Is the Deepest?
Words by Maya Art by Zoe Alexiades
In my post high school naive mind, it was simple. We were young and jobless. We had the time and the freedom of going out instead of studying for exams. Our days were empty, waiting to be filled with adventure. But this new found freedom came at a cost. There was no more seeing the same faces every day. No more sitting on the oval laughing about stupid shit. No more cramming for a test together or late-night snapchatting mental breakdowns of how we were all doomed to fail.
Words by Valerie T. W Art by Zoe Alexiades
I was on the train when I received a call from my friend overseas. We’ve been friends since junior high but hadn’t seen each other in a year. We talked for hours, catching up on each other’s lives. Then, she told me a story that I could barely fathom. She had been sexually assaulted by her own cousin, while staying at his home. … Your Role as an Ally
To say the least, she made me fucking miserable. … She
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