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Continue reading →: When Everyone Talks and Nobody Hears.Some conversations feel like tennis. You speak, the ball comes flying back, and somehow you’re not in the game anymore
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Continue reading →: The Week Winter Tried to Fire MeThe first week back at work came with snow, stuck cars, wrong cars being dug out, forgotten ID cards and a migraine for dramatic effect. Somehow we all survived, I made soup, and winter once again reminded me that I should probably invest in better tyres.
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Continue reading →: The Night Before Everything Starts AgainThe holidays were lovely. You slept, you ate well, you lived slowly. And now, on this last evening before everything starts again, you’re perfectly fine …just not in a hurry.
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Continue reading →: A Year Without a Grand Plan2025 didn’t come with a grand plan, just growth, good friends, therapy, lattes, quieter confidence and the freedom to be myself. No vision board. No dramatic plot twists (thank god for once) Just a year that turned out better than expected.
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Continue reading →: The People I Notice Without Knowing WhySometimes I notice one person in a room full of people. I don’t know anything about them and yet my mind writes a whole story. I never speak to them, I just notice. And somehow, that’s enough. A latte in my hand and the strange beauty of people we’ll never…
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Continue reading →: The Holidays I Both Love and AvoidI’ve always loved the idea of the holidays but struggled with the reality of them. This year feels lighter. Not louder, not bigger. Just more mine. Turns out: quiet joy still counts.
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Continue reading →: The Art of Pretending I’m FineWe say “I’m fine” all the time, sometimes because it’s easy, sometimes because it’s a shield. This story explores the art of pretending we’re okay, why we do it, and the quiet bravery of letting someone see the truth behind the costume.
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Continue reading →: The Rules I Thought Were Universal (But Aren’t)We all grow up with invisible rules that feel universal; until we find out they’re not. From Sunday cleaning rituals and crosswalk jogs to video-store nostalgia and American small talk. The strange comfort of realizing that everyone is following their own unwritten script.
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Continue reading →: Who Gets a Seat at My TableBlood might be thicker than water, but friends can be the ones who pull you out when you’re drowning. Here’s to the family we choose, the group chat that never dies, and the people who know when to say, “Eat something.”
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Continue reading →: Why Some Compliments Don’t Land (And Others Stay Forever)Why do some compliments stay with us forever while others vanish in seconds? Maybe it’s timing. Maybe it’s tone. Or maybe it’s because some aren’t compliments at all. this is about the ones that land, the ones that miss, and the art of not letting either define you.
Hello,
I’m Sophie Quinn
I write from cafés, quiet corners, and whatever moment I’m still mentally processing three days later.
Some people journal.
I write blog posts and call it coping.
This space is where I collect the almosts, the thoughts I should’ve kept to myself, and the kind of stories you only tell when no one interrupts you.
Welcome to Diary of Almost Everything.
Feel free to read along, just don’t ask me to summarize anything out loud.
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