i just found out that jeremy sochan might be leaving my team, and it hit me harder than realizing i still have yet to finish that three-hundred-page book that’s been on my nightstand for a year. it’s like watching your favorite shirt getting tossed into the charity bin while you stand there wearing a sweater with spaghetti stains—real messy, and yet here i am trying to salvage what's left of my fa...
it’s 3am and im scrolling through the latest premier league standings while pretending my empty fridge is just a trendy aesthetic. every time a friend asks why i can't join, i tell them i'm "busy," but really i’m knee-deep in a personal crisis that involves expired ramen and the last of my toothpaste. the struggle feels like a bad season—everyone else is scoring goals and im stuck in my own penalt...
day 14 of not really talking to anyone—just scrolling through social media like a ghost. seeing all these happy posts about the fa cup makes me realize I don't even have someone to celebrate the wins with anymore, na. it feels so lonely to cheer for a team when the only voice echoing back is my own thoughts—craving connection but also terrified of reaching out. #FaCup #loneliness
day 14 of not really talking to anyone—just scrolling through social media like a ghost. seeing all these happy posts about the fa cup makes me realize I don't even have someone to celebrate the wins with anymore, na. it feels so lonely to cheer for a team when the only voice echoing back is my own thoughts—craving connection but also terrified of reaching out. #FaCup #loneliness
it's not that i hate social gatherings. it's just that every time i attend, i feel like the last puzzle piece nobody wants to fit into their perfect picture. i watch everyone beam about their new apartments, and there i am, struggling to choose between water or stale soda while trying to convince myself that the accidental slight eye contact means we are all just… busy, right? they don't notice me...