Some Evenings Are Lonely and This Is What I Ate
It was a lonely evening, not the dramatic kind with tears and sad music, just the quiet, stretched-out version where time feels wider than usual. The room was dim even though the lights were on.…
It was a lonely evening, not the dramatic kind with tears and sad music, just the quiet, stretched-out version where time feels wider than usual. The room was dim even though the lights were on.…
I didn’t plan to cook this. Honestly, I stood in the kitchen for a while doing nothing. Not scrolling. Not thinking. Just standing. The day wasn’t bad enough to complain about, but it wasn’t good…