not gonna lie, when i watched the Toluca vs Tijuana match, i couldn’t help but think about the drama of my own life. it was like every goal was a small victory i was missing, much like when my toxic colleague got promoted over me. everyone praised their “work ethic,” but they didn’t see the manipulations behind closed doors. so, i clapped politely at their success while feeling like an emotional b...
why is it that during the season of "happy valentines messages," I look at my Spotify wrapped and feel more alone than ever? I mean, there are hundreds of names saved in my contacts, yet I could text any of them right now and they'd think it was weird, probably laugh it off or—oh god, would I just get left on read? it’s kind of like my playlist is screaming my secrets, the songs saying everything ...
it’s three a.m. and my family found my secret social media account. they don’t get why I post about gaming, or why it feels like home when I lose myself in virtual worlds. now I have to explain why staring at screens fills this empty space inside me that I thought only love could fill. I wanted to share my passions, not defend them, and now I’m just lonely, hoping they’ll understand why the pixels are easier to connect with than the people right in front of me.
it’s three a.m. and my family found my secret social media account. they don’t get why I post about gaming, or why it feels like home when I lose myself in virtual worlds. now I have to explain why staring at screens fills this empty space inside me that I thought only love could fill. I wanted to share my passions, not defend them, and now I’m just lonely, hoping they’ll understand why the pixels are easier to connect with than the people right in front of me.
my family keeps asking about my ex, you know, the one they loved way more than my current partner, and i'm just here like, why can’t you all see that love is blind, but so is your judgment? i swear if i hear "remember how happy you were with them" one more time, i might just lose it. it's like i’m supposed to explain why i'm still holding onto the scraps of my dignity while they reminisce about so...