So, I'm sitting smoking a cigar outside and two cops show up - someone called it in cause they thought it was weed.

Afterwards the cops asked me if I was OK cause I looked sad. MF it's my face, I look like this...

#cigar #smoking #bigsad #slavicface

The best pre-workout is post breakup blues. I don't make the rules. I was able to break my top speed for a bit this morning on my run.

#personal #bigsad

#personallife update: My nearly six year relationship ended. This was a partner I saw myself at one point going to get married to, building a home together, and being the cool child-free Aunt and Uncle in the neighborhood.

Very little makes sense to me right now and I'm trying to pour myself into my writing and research as a means to cope.

I consider myself rather intense and a bit brooding as an individual (a female Lord Byron if you will) and I think that ultimately was too big of a clash for him. He didn't understand why I felt this constant need to want to go throw myself into my work and have this burning desire to try to help people. He didn't understand my detail oriented approach to everything -- how I ended up handling every vacation or date or dinner in a bespoke manner. He didn't care. He took it for granted.

Everything seemed to be about his video games and his friends first. I knew something was wrong when we first moved in together two years ago. Within that time, he never wanted to eat dinner next to me after I cooked and preferred to just game with his buddies on the PC and eat and leave me alone at the table. It didn't matter how nice I dressed myself up or the dining room or if I cooked Ukrainian Holobutsi from scratch. Games came first.

I even tried finding hobbies for us to do together as a couple that I thought he would enjoy like Western Martial Arts (think playing knights IRL) and even to get him to join me and come out frequently was like pulling teeth. The games and friends were more important.

He didn't get me. I wasn't enough for him.

And maybe, that is ok.

Maybe going my own way is for the best. And being a lone Battle Sister in spirit (maybe a little in appearance lol) is the way forward for me. I don't think I can be hurt again like this.

#mylife #breakup #bigsad

Finally home but left my favourite cup out and I may never get it back.

#bigsad

Played with thatSrb2Dude in rank X twice this friday.
Lost both matches, lost another one and lost almost 80 points.
I haven't recovered yet (┬┬﹏┬┬)

#Splatoon3 #splatoon #bigsad

Ο φάθερ, είναι μεγάλος hobistας (ζηλεύω!!!). Το hobby του είναι η φωτογραφία και είναι καλός. Βέβαια σαν boomer, δεν πειράζει ιδιαίτερα τις φωτογραφίες. Σκέφτομαι να αρχίσω να τις πειράζω εγώ. Πρέπει να πάρω άδεια για να τις σηκώσω insta (προφανώς θα τον κάνω mention στο ποστ);

#photography #familystrokes #boomeradvice #bigsad