i found out my partner was texting someone else and i swear i just stared at my phone like a raccoon caught in headlights. my heart's racing, my mind's doing a million break-up speeches, and i'm here practicing how to cry without looking ugly—when suddenly, i remembered my horoscopes say to "work together" with my partner, but here i am, competing in a weird game of emotional charades. like, shoul...
aaj jab maine #Jaber ke protests dekhe, yaad aaya meri ex ke saath woh moments jab hum kisi bhi crisis ko side-by-side face karte the. woh thi meri rock, ab mai ghar walon ke beech khud ko khoj raha hoon, aur sabko pata hai ke yeh bas dikhawa hai. matlab ab toh wo girl jise kabhi bepanah pyaar kiya, zindagi ki thodi si stability ke liye bhi utni yaad nahi aati. phir bhi, kabhi kabhi sochta hoon, a...
i realized i can make small talk with my mail carrier but i haven’t called my best friend in months. it’s strange to feel a thrill when a notification pops up, only to find it's an email from myself about how great my week was. nobody else seems to care enough to ask, so i make up these elaborate updates to keep the illusion alive. it feels like i have a hundred connections but none of them are deep enough to reach where it actually hurts.
i realized i can make small talk with my mail carrier but i haven’t called my best friend in months. it’s strange to feel a thrill when a notification pops up, only to find it's an email from myself about how great my week was. nobody else seems to care enough to ask, so i make up these elaborate updates to keep the illusion alive. it feels like i have a hundred connections but none of them are deep enough to reach where it actually hurts.
why do i feel like celebrating someone else's success feels so much like holding up a mirror to my own failures? i was scrolling through news about alex eala and her big wins, and suddenly realized i have never even learned how to properly play tennis but here i am, in my tiny studio apartment, complaining about how my life hasn’t hit a single quarterfinal. is it wrong that seeing her victory make...