The Ultimate Post-Breakup Playlist

Hey there,
     As you may have guessed by the title of this post, I am once again a strong, independent black woman who don't need no man. But I'll get to that later.
    Ladies, I greatly enjoyed all of your posts from last week.
    Mercy: ten points to Slytherin for posting from the bathtub. I would never have been the person to do that, because I would feel very insecure about my laptop seeing me naked while I type. It's like reverse pornography, and according to the Bible, that is wrong and immoral.

    Rose: your post made me laugh and cry, because when I read it I was feeling very insecure and thought I had just failed a biochem test (plot twist: I didn't!). Thanks for reminding me how drop dead gorgeous I am. Gurls, beauty is dangerous. Use it graciously and well.

Beyonce is the prettiest.

    Grace: The socially awkward penguin describes every social situation I have ever been in. Hashtag former homeschooler problems.

I still don't know my way around Sacred Heart. True story.

    So, yes, I am single. I won't disclose many details, because it's immature and pointless to broadcast your heartbreak on the Internet. I'll only say that I was the one who did the breaking up, and in the aftermath he was the first person I have ever really yelled at. All I can do now is let my anger soothe my wounded pride and avoid him for a few more days, until we can be friends again. It's okay. I'm okay. We'll be okay :)
    Now, all I want to do is dance. I just got back from a show here at SHU called Dancing With Heart, where students dance with teachers in a competition in our main theater. The whole show was fantastic, and I saw it with a big group of my amazing friends, and I was able to laugh and forget about my feelings for a couple of hours.
    I have all the music stuck in my head and all I want to do is dance. Dance because I'm young and wild and free to be my lovely self, dangerous in my beauty and grace. I feel like dancing and dancing until I can't feel my legs and sweat drips down my back and I radiate the life I have been so graciously given by our Heavenly Father. He has kept me safe and pure, and will evermore continue to do so.
    I decided to make a post-breakup playlist, a list of songs that are fun and wonderful and remind us all about what it means to be young.
    So, here goes:

The best.

One of my favorite songs by my favorite band.

    I guess you could call most of these songs basic and silly, but I'm beyond caring about that anymore. I'm very emotionally vulnerable right now, and this is how I'm making myself feel better. To each his own.
    Mercy, we'll hear from you tomorrow.
<3Laura