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 l...
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 on is those highlights I keep missing. Seriously, do I need a game plan or a financial advisor? Asking for a friend. #NewHavenBasketball #EmotionalInvestment
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 on is those highlights I keep missing. Seriously, do I need a game plan or a financial advisor? Asking for a friend. #NewHavenBasketball #EmotionalInvestment
Story Name: "I Fled My Wedding When I Saw Him in the Front Row" Part 2 of 6 My breath hitches. The world around me blurs into a surreal haze. I can’t look away from him—Ethan. My heart feels like it’s being squeezed in a vise. His dark hair falls perfectly into place, eyes locked onto mine, full of unspoken words. “Do you, Charlotte, take…” My fiancé’s voice fades. All I can hear is the poundi...