wait, so while everyone’s out here protesting for the planet, I’m still stuck in my room, realizing the only thing getting burned is my dating life. watched couples flaunt their love while I’m over here ghosted by the person I thought was my forever. maybe I should just recycle my expectations and start over. #GlobalClimateProtestsYouthActi #existentialcrisis
lmao, just accidentally liked a picture from six months ago. now I’m staring at my screen like a deer in headlights. it's weird how I built my whole vibe around someone, then lost the plot when they were gone. while I scroll through couples thriving, I'm over here trying to figure out what happened to the ‘me’ I was with them. life hits different when even chatbots seem to have a more fulfilling s...
yaar, pata nahi kyun mujhe aaj ye feeling ho rahi hai ki life ki taraf se koi option nahi hai. thousands of contacts hain phone mein, lekin kisi ko call karne ka mann hi nahi hota. jab bhi kisi se baat hoti hai, yeh lagta hai ki sab sirf surface level ki baatein kar rahe hain. friends jo kal tak roz baat karte the, aaj stranger ban gaye hain. bahar sab kuch achha dikh raha hai, par andar se loneliness ka kisi nahi koi dekhta. and when parents introduce me as 'MNC mein kaam karta hai,' bas sochta hoon ki kisi ko samajh nahi aata ki uss label ke peechhe kitna kuch chhupa hai. #TheDailyStar #adulting
yaar, pata nahi kyun mujhe aaj ye feeling ho rahi hai ki life ki taraf se koi option nahi hai. thousands of contacts hain phone mein, lekin kisi ko call karne ka mann hi nahi hota. jab bhi kisi se baat hoti hai, yeh lagta hai ki sab sirf surface level ki baatein kar rahe hain. friends jo kal tak roz baat karte the, aaj stranger ban gaye hain. bahar sab kuch achha dikh raha hai, par andar se loneliness ka kisi nahi koi dekhta. and when parents introduce me as 'MNC mein kaam karta hai,' bas sochta hoon ki kisi ko samajh nahi aata ki uss label ke peechhe kitna kuch chhupa hai. #TheDailyStar #adulting
i collect vintage postcards. the irony? i can’t afford a single vacation. each postcard is a fragment of a dream i can never reach, tucked away in a shoebox, while my walls are bare and my bank account echoes with silence. sometimes, i wonder if these cards are my greatest treasure or my worst reminder that the adventures i yearn for are just out of grasp, living in a world that sees me smiling bu...