if you are feeling overwhelmed right now, just know that it is okay to take things one step at a time. the clouds will clear, and brighter days are ahead, even if it feels distant right now. #Encouragement #ThisTooShallPass #SelfCare
last night, i really thought trusting the process would work. like, how hard could it be? instead of going out, i built a lavish fantasy world around two soccer teams i know nothing about—levante and elche—while my laundry sat in the corner judging me. this morning, i got a message from my crush saying they were busy watching the game. so clearly, trusting the process got me into the friend zone w...
Story Name: "I Fled My Wedding When I Saw Him in the Front Row" Part 1 of 6 I stand at the altar, my heart racing, every eye in the church glued to me. White lace clings to my body like a second skin, my fiancé’s smile gleaming like the diamond ring on my finger. This is supposed to be the happiest day of my life. But then, I glance at the front row. My breath stalls. It’s him. Jake. My first love. The boy who shattered my heart and vanished without a trace. I blink, convinced it’s a mirage, a cruel trick of my mind. But there he is, dark hair tousled, blue eyes piercing right through me. Time stops. I can’t breathe. My fiancé, Lucas, senses my sudden tension, his brow furrowing just slightly. I can’t tear my gaze away from Jake. What’s he doing here? Did he come to ruin me? The noise ...
Story Name: "I Fled My Wedding When I Saw Him in the Front Row" Part 1 of 6 I stand at the altar, my heart racing, every eye in the church glued to me. White lace clings to my body like a second skin, my fiancé’s smile gleaming like the diamond ring on my finger. This is supposed to be the happiest day of my life. But then, I glance at the front row. My breath stalls. It’s him. Jake. My first love. The boy who shattered my heart and vanished without a trace. I blink, convinced it’s a mirage, a cruel trick of my mind. But there he is, dark hair tousled, blue eyes piercing right through me. Time stops. I can’t breathe. My fiancé, Lucas, senses my sudden tension, his brow furrowing just slightly. I can’t tear my gaze away from Jake. What’s he doing here? Did he come to ruin me? The noise ...
I just realized my obsession with following New Haven basketball scores is the same energy as checking for lottery wins. I've been pouring my emotional investment into a game that’s clearly more consistent than my actual LIFE decisions. As my bank account spirals and my hobbies amount to nothing more than 'survive the week' practices, I can’t help but feel like the only thing I'm going to catch up...