It takes 10 minutes for the train to come. 12 minutes to walk from your apartment door to the turnstile. 52 minutes to get to work. No transfer. 15 minutes to layer your longest locks away, 2 years to grow them back. 1 day to read A Wrinkle in Time. 1 year and 11 months to realize he's no good for you. 2 years and 1 month to realize he's no good for you--and mean it. 7 seconds to cut your bangs. 17 voicemails, 22 missed calls, and 3 pillows to finally let him go. Eight seconds to assess your surroundings. 3 hours to find your only pair of jeans. 21 minutes to walk from Union Square to Chelsea Market. 12 seconds to gather a first impression. 25 minutes to dye your hair, excluding application. 5 seconds to call your mother. 18 minutes to work up the courage to tell her you're scared. 7 seconds to cut your bangs. 1 second for you to hear the tears well up in her throat, like gurgling oceans. 12 seconds to let the oceans swallow you up. 6 minutes to count every decision that led you here on one hand. And an instant to regret them. 1 year and 11 months to realize he's no good for you. 7 seconds to cut your bangs (again).
This is Me:
My name's Melissa. I'm the girl with her hands in her journal.