Lana Ferguson

I’m trying to pull myself out of my gloomy mood by blasting Taylor Swift’s entire discography on the drive to the restaurant, but even my Spotify seems to be against me today, playing entirely too much evermore and not nearly enough Red. It’s like the universe wants me to cry today.

'I’m fine,' I stress. ‘Seriously.'
'Cassie, only liars say they’re fine. You know that right?'

'[…] I just… I’m not ready yet.'
'You might never be,' she tells me. 'Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t do it.'

You can't plan your whole future just because of one bad day from the past.