Click play before you read Trust me! I’ve made bad decisions. The kind that leave a sour taste in your mouth long after the moment has passed. The kind that make you sit on the edge of your bed at 2 a.m. replaying everything in your head, wishing you could grab time by the neck and pull it backwards. I’ve made choices out of fear, out of loneliness, out of that strange need...

It’s only the fourth day of the new year and somehow, everyone already looks like they’ve lived through six months. The timelines are full of “new year, new me,” but the eyes tell a different story: tired, puffy, already a little over it. Even the people who shouted, “This is my year!” are now whispering, “Let’s just survive January.” Maybe...

It’s only the fourth day of the new year and somehow, everyone already looks like they’ve lived through six months. The timelines are full of “new year, new me,” but the eyes tell a different story: tired, puffy, already a little over it. Even the people who shouted, “This is my year!” are now whispering, “Let’s just survive January.” Maybe...

It’s only the fourth day of the new year and somehow, everyone already looks like they’ve lived through six months. The timelines are full of “new year, new me,” but the eyes tell a different story: tired, puffy, already a little over it. Even the people who shouted, “This is my year!” are now whispering, “Let’s just survive January.” Maybe...

It’s only the fourth day of the new year and somehow, everyone already looks like they’ve lived through six months. The timelines are full of “new year, new me,” but the eyes tell a different story: tired, puffy, already a little over it. Even the people who shouted, “This is my year!” are now whispering, “Let’s just survive January.” Maybe...

It’s only the fourth day of the new year and somehow, everyone already looks like they’ve lived through six months. The timelines are full of “new year, new me,” but the eyes tell a different story: tired, puffy, already a little over it. Even the people who shouted, “This is my year!” are now whispering, “Let’s just survive January.” Maybe...