I cried a bit this month; I never post like this, and nothings really changed in terms of the way I’m attached to myself emotionally like most of you know, and that’s okay. I cry and I feel better.
One time was when I felt I wasn’t where I wanted to be in life yet, and usually I have good patience and trust the process of time but it got to me one night in bed, and it reminded me you can put pressure on yourself all the time.
Another time was on reflection after Sunderland lost in the the playoffs on the way home. My mum has never watched Sunderland, or ever been to Wembley and she asked me a number of times to take her if we got there, which ultimately we didn’t and it kinda hurt because they’re the memories I cherish and that got me on reflection more than the defeat itself as I’d have held that memory close forever. I sobbed like a baby for a good 20 minutes, cut me up that did.
I also cried because I was stressing one day, had a million things on my mind and I cannot physically process without preparation and writing everything down. I carry a diary & notepad everywhere I go and I didn’t have it and I was flapping with a lot going on with time against me.
Saying this, I also spent most of May smiling, and that felt good. I saw all my family and friends who I haven’t seen in months, got a new car, and I met some good new people. I’m a happy person, but we all have our days and that’s okay. I embrace crying because that gets me to the point of recharging the battery inside Chris, when I can start again. Anyways, keep smiling and if you have a shit day cry it out and go again, not everyday is the same 🫶🏼
I cried a bit this month; I never post like this, and nothings really changed in terms of the way I’m attached to myself emotionally like most of you know, and that’s okay. I cry and I feel better.
One time was when I felt I wasn’t where I wanted to be in life yet, and usually I have good patience and trust the process of time but it got to me one night in bed, and it reminded me you can put pressure on yourself all the time.
Another time was on reflection after Sunderland lost in the the playoffs on the way home. My mum has never watched Sunderland, or ever been to Wembley and she asked me a number of times to take her if we got there, which ultimately we didn’t and it kinda hurt because they’re the memories I cherish and that got me on reflection more than the defeat itself as I’d have held that memory close forever. I sobbed like a baby for a good 20 minutes, cut me up that did.
I also cried because I was stressing one day, had a million things on my mind and I cannot physically process without preparation and writing everything down. I carry a diary & notepad everywhere I go and I didn’t have it and I was flapping with a lot going on with time against me.
Saying this, I also spent most of May smiling, and that felt good. I saw all my family and friends who I haven’t seen in months, got a new car, and I met some good new people. I’m a happy person, but we all have our days and that’s okay. I embrace crying because that gets me to the point of recharging the battery inside Chris, when I can start again. Anyways, keep smiling and if you have a shit day cry it out and go again, not everyday is the same 🫶🏼
I cried a bit this month; I never post like this, and nothings really changed in terms of the way I’m attached to myself emotionally like most of you know, and that’s okay. I cry and I feel better.
One time was when I felt I wasn’t where I wanted to be in life yet, and usually I have good patience and trust the process of time but it got to me one night in bed, and it reminded me you can put pressure on yourself all the time.
Another time was on reflection after Sunderland lost in the the playoffs on the way home. My mum has never watched Sunderland, or ever been to Wembley and she asked me a number of times to take her if we got there, which ultimately we didn’t and it kinda hurt because they’re the memories I cherish and that got me on reflection more than the defeat itself as I’d have held that memory close forever. I sobbed like a baby for a good 20 minutes, cut me up that did.
I also cried because I was stressing one day, had a million things on my mind and I cannot physically process without preparation and writing everything down. I carry a diary & notepad everywhere I go and I didn’t have it and I was flapping with a lot going on with time against me.
Saying this, I also spent most of May smiling, and that felt good. I saw all my family and friends who I haven’t seen in months, got a new car, and I met some good new people. I’m a happy person, but we all have our days and that’s okay. I embrace crying because that gets me to the point of recharging the battery inside Chris, when I can start again. Anyways, keep smiling and if you have a shit day cry it out and go again, not everyday is the same 🫶🏼
I cried a bit this month; I never post like this, and nothings really changed in terms of the way I’m attached to myself emotionally like most of you know, and that’s okay. I cry and I feel better.
One time was when I felt I wasn’t where I wanted to be in life yet, and usually I have good patience and trust the process of time but it got to me one night in bed, and it reminded me you can put pressure on yourself all the time.
Another time was on reflection after Sunderland lost in the the playoffs on the way home. My mum has never watched Sunderland, or ever been to Wembley and she asked me a number of times to take her if we got there, which ultimately we didn’t and it kinda hurt because they’re the memories I cherish and that got me on reflection more than the defeat itself as I’d have held that memory close forever. I sobbed like a baby for a good 20 minutes, cut me up that did.
I also cried because I was stressing one day, had a million things on my mind and I cannot physically process without preparation and writing everything down. I carry a diary & notepad everywhere I go and I didn’t have it and I was flapping with a lot going on with time against me.
Saying this, I also spent most of May smiling, and that felt good. I saw all my family and friends who I haven’t seen in months, got a new car, and I met some good new people. I’m a happy person, but we all have our days and that’s okay. I embrace crying because that gets me to the point of recharging the battery inside Chris, when I can start again. Anyways, keep smiling and if you have a shit day cry it out and go again, not everyday is the same 🫶🏼
I cried a bit this month; I never post like this, and nothings really changed in terms of the way I’m attached to myself emotionally like most of you know, and that’s okay. I cry and I feel better.
One time was when I felt I wasn’t where I wanted to be in life yet, and usually I have good patience and trust the process of time but it got to me one night in bed, and it reminded me you can put pressure on yourself all the time.
Another time was on reflection after Sunderland lost in the the playoffs on the way home. My mum has never watched Sunderland, or ever been to Wembley and she asked me a number of times to take her if we got there, which ultimately we didn’t and it kinda hurt because they’re the memories I cherish and that got me on reflection more than the defeat itself as I’d have held that memory close forever. I sobbed like a baby for a good 20 minutes, cut me up that did.
I also cried because I was stressing one day, had a million things on my mind and I cannot physically process without preparation and writing everything down. I carry a diary & notepad everywhere I go and I didn’t have it and I was flapping with a lot going on with time against me.
Saying this, I also spent most of May smiling, and that felt good. I saw all my family and friends who I haven’t seen in months, got a new car, and I met some good new people. I’m a happy person, but we all have our days and that’s okay. I embrace crying because that gets me to the point of recharging the battery inside Chris, when I can start again. Anyways, keep smiling and if you have a shit day cry it out and go again, not everyday is the same 🫶🏼
I cried a bit this month; I never post like this, and nothings really changed in terms of the way I’m attached to myself emotionally like most of you know, and that’s okay. I cry and I feel better.
One time was when I felt I wasn’t where I wanted to be in life yet, and usually I have good patience and trust the process of time but it got to me one night in bed, and it reminded me you can put pressure on yourself all the time.
Another time was on reflection after Sunderland lost in the the playoffs on the way home. My mum has never watched Sunderland, or ever been to Wembley and she asked me a number of times to take her if we got there, which ultimately we didn’t and it kinda hurt because they’re the memories I cherish and that got me on reflection more than the defeat itself as I’d have held that memory close forever. I sobbed like a baby for a good 20 minutes, cut me up that did.
I also cried because I was stressing one day, had a million things on my mind and I cannot physically process without preparation and writing everything down. I carry a diary & notepad everywhere I go and I didn’t have it and I was flapping with a lot going on with time against me.
Saying this, I also spent most of May smiling, and that felt good. I saw all my family and friends who I haven’t seen in months, got a new car, and I met some good new people. I’m a happy person, but we all have our days and that’s okay. I embrace crying because that gets me to the point of recharging the battery inside Chris, when I can start again. Anyways, keep smiling and if you have a shit day cry it out and go again, not everyday is the same 🫶🏼
Recently when the sun shined x London, United Kingdom
Recently when the sun shined x London, United Kingdom
Recently when the sun shined x London, United Kingdom
Recently when the sun shined x London, United Kingdom
Recently when the sun shined x London, United Kingdom
Recently when the sun shined x London, United Kingdom
Recently when the sun shined x London, United Kingdom
August, you’ve been alright x
ps I applied to be a hand model cus I was bored one day, didn’t hear back.
August, you’ve been alright x
ps I applied to be a hand model cus I was bored one day, didn’t hear back.
August, you’ve been alright x
ps I applied to be a hand model cus I was bored one day, didn’t hear back.
August, you’ve been alright x
ps I applied to be a hand model cus I was bored one day, didn’t hear back.
August, you’ve been alright x
ps I applied to be a hand model cus I was bored one day, didn’t hear back.
August, you’ve been alright x
ps I applied to be a hand model cus I was bored one day, didn’t hear back.
Vegas in pictures! 📸 Just about finished me off, physically and financially! Some week with my brother @broughts89! I’ll be back, just for a few less days next time 😅🎰🇺🇸 Las Vegas, Nevada
Vegas in pictures! 📸 Just about finished me off, physically and financially! Some week with my brother @broughts89! I’ll be back, just for a few less days next time 😅🎰🇺🇸 Las Vegas, Nevada
Haven’t got a caption for this Los Angeles, California
Good morning people; let’s get it today. Happy Friday 🫶🏼 London, United Kingdom
What a trip! Rounded off in style 🗡️🍾😏
Had the best week in France, learnt so much about the history of Champagne, with @champagnepiaff! 😍 Here’s to many more trips together 🤝🏼
