Column: Taylor Swift, you can't take a break

Taylor Swift, you can’t go on a break, and I need to tell you why.

If you’re reading this — which I’m certain you are — just know that I do think you deserve a break more than any artist.

But you just can’t.

I need you. Especially for my senior year of college.

Your lyrics have become an indispensable part of my daily life and have come in handier than I ever expected. This year alone, I’ve turned to your lyrics in countless situations:

When a drunken wildebeest called me fat at my favorite bar last month, I resorted to “Ours.”

“People throw rocks at things that shine.”

When I found out my friend’s boyfriend of two years was a scumbag and decided to be unfaithful, I sent her the lyrics to “Should’ve Said No.”

“You should’ve said no. You should’ve gone home. You should’ve thought twice ’fore you let it all go.”

When my friends refused to throw me a surprise party this year, I played “22” approximately 94 times.

This semester, when I wanted to be dramatic and soak in my last first day of school ever, I played “Fifteen.”

“You take a deep breath and you walk through the doors. It’s the morning of your very first day.”

Thankfully, your lyrics were there for me when they tried to kick me out of a karaoke bar last month:

“Drunk and grumbling on about how I can’t sing. But all you are is mean.”

You were even there for me when I feuded with a celebrity.

Just like you did.

For The Daily Tar Heel, I did a Q&A with singer-songwriter Vanessa Carlton, and she was rude to me.

Thank God “Bad Blood” was only a click away.

“’Cause baby now we got bad blood. You know it used to be mad love.”

Tay, you’ve been there for me through the little things and the big things.

Just this past weekend, you were there for me when my friend vomited on me:

“Shake it off.”

I’ll need you when I fail a test.

I’ll need you at graduation.

I’ll need you the next time something big happens to me.

I’ll need you forever and always.