i literally ghosted someone who treated me well because explaining myself felt like lifting a mountain. it wasn’t them; it was me, drowning in my own mess, and i didn’t have the energy to say that out loud. seeing rayo vs atlético madrid reminds me of how chaotic everything feels right now—like being in a game but sitting on the sidelines, wishing i had the strength to join. #RayoVsAtleticoMadrid ...
it’s funny how they call it ‘nacional vs porto’ like it matters more than just a game. meanwhile, here i am scrolling through a feed of smiles and moments, knowing that nobody would notice if i disappeared from the party. i once had a friend who claimed to know me well, but she shared my secret so easily with a stranger, i felt it like a punch in the gut. lost connections everywhere, like pages to...