honestly, jason holder becoming the first West Indian with 100 wickets is kind of inspiring. made me think about how i’ve been in this city for two years and still don’t have one real friend to celebrate with. some days it feels like im bowling in an empty stadium, just me against the silence. it’s tough watching everyone else thrive while i’m still trying to figure out where i fit in. maybe one d...
the way that nobody talks about pretending to be okay while also stressing about whether that last piece of toast is worth the thirty cents in my bank account is wild. like, everyone sees me smiling and posting my fancy coffee but the truth is my fridge is basically an art installation of expired condiments. i just scroll through influencers’ dream lives, double-tapping their avocado toast, while ...
it's 3am and i can't shake the image of dinner—the way the fork clinks against the plate, like a little bell signaling the end of my chance to say something that might change everything. just last week, we sat across from each other in that restaurant, tension thick like gravy, while i kept the words swirling in my mind—do i say it? do i break this silent aching routine? funny how i let the moment slip, but here i am, lying wide awake, haunted by regrets as the clock ticks louder. i wonder if you think about it too, or if you think i'm just dramatic. you probably don't know i still replay that dinner—what a waste of an opportunity, and i laughed, i actually laughed because that's what we do, we pretend everything's fine while i wish for a 'do-over' every time the night grows silent. #Dinne...
it's 3am and i can't shake the image of dinner—the way the fork clinks against the plate, like a little bell signaling the end of my chance to say something that might change everything. just last week, we sat across from each other in that restaurant, tension thick like gravy, while i kept the words swirling in my mind—do i say it? do i break this silent aching routine? funny how i let the moment slip, but here i am, lying wide awake, haunted by regrets as the clock ticks louder. i wonder if you think about it too, or if you think i'm just dramatic. you probably don't know i still replay that dinner—what a waste of an opportunity, and i laughed, i actually laughed because that's what we do, we pretend everything's fine while i wish for a 'do-over' every time the night grows silent. #Dinne...
do you ever feel like your life is just one big set of notes nobody should ever read? like, what if someone stumbled onto that part where you actually wrote about how every single time you hear someone mention liam dawson, it takes you back to that time when you thought your dreams were achievable? and now here you are, stuck in this cycle of mediocrity, while everyone's applauding a guy who's jus...