i keep replaying my coworker's question about trying again like it was some kind of casual suggestion. like losing twins was just losing sneakers or something, and i hate that it made me feel like i should say something when all i really want is to feel less broken.
just overheard my neighbors talking about their big plans for a summer wedding and how they are getting this fancy venue for free from a family friend. meanwhile, i’m sitting in my tiny studio with a stack of takeout boxes and literally have no idea how i even pay my bills next month.
turning 40 alone in my tiny studio with takeout on the floor feels like a weird reality check. plans fell through, everyone cancelled, and honestly, the energy to feel disappointed just fizzled out.
turning 40 alone in my tiny studio with takeout on the floor feels like a weird reality check. plans fell through, everyone cancelled, and honestly, the energy to feel disappointed just fizzled out.
arsenal acting like babies over a pitch inspection, what a joke! maybe if they spent less time whining and more time training they wouldn't be so powerless against atletico!