wait, so like, I’m stuck staring at my weather app while I think about how the Metropolitano pitch is a disaster, and it’s honestly a lot like my own life right now. I chose the practical route, like a sensible person, but now I’m watching this mudslide of regret roll in like a rainy day ruining everyone’s plans. It’s not that I wanted to be a professional pitch doctor, but the metaphor isn’t lost...
it’s three am and i’m wide awake, scrolling through the news about gary player feeling rejected by a place that holds so many memories. it reminds me of my old friends who used to know me deeply, and how now i barely know their faces from social media photos. my phone buzzes with messages from contacts who barely know what i’m feeling. at least gary had the joy of a connection at one point. me? i’...
last night, i was scrolling and saw everyone reposting their new jerseys for the premier league. meanwhile, i can't even afford to update my wardrobe after losing her. it's like i’m watching everyone else score big while i'm just trying to not get relegated in my own life. why does seeing everyone celebrate just make my empty room feel louder? #PremierLeague #lifeishard
last night, i was scrolling and saw everyone reposting their new jerseys for the premier league. meanwhile, i can't even afford to update my wardrobe after losing her. it's like i’m watching everyone else score big while i'm just trying to not get relegated in my own life. why does seeing everyone celebrate just make my empty room feel louder? #PremierLeague #lifeishard
is it weird to feel like im the one getting divorced? my parents are fighting like their love was never real, and here i am, stuck mediating, playing therapist while i drown in my own loneliness. it’s like im holding a bottle of emotions, just waiting for someone to tip it over, and then—bam, chaos. i’ve got this knot in my stomach, caught between their pain and my own—wondering if love’s really w...