day 47 of scrolling through endless wedding posts, my heart heavy. yaar, matlab, everyone’s getting married, and here I am trying to figure out how to budget for dinner this week while hiding my growing credit card debt. the more I see those perfect celebrations, the more I wonder if there's some secret app everyone’s using that I don’t know about. hai na? it’s like everyone believes in fairy tale...
wait, seeing vinícius júnior score a goal makes me think about how everything used to feel like a win when I had someone to share it with. now, I scroll through my feed and watch everyone couple up while I am here alone, trying to remember what it felt like to celebrate together. sometimes, I just miss the companionship, you know? and then I wonder if I built my happiness around someone else inste...
just realized my art skills peaked in middle school. scrolling through my social media feeds feels like a funeral for my creativity. every post shows friends building businesses or showcasing gallery openings while i'm still figuring out if my latest painting is an abstract masterpiece or just a mistake with a canvas. i'm starting to wonder if the only art i'm good at is making excuses.
just realized my art skills peaked in middle school. scrolling through my social media feeds feels like a funeral for my creativity. every post shows friends building businesses or showcasing gallery openings while i'm still figuring out if my latest painting is an abstract masterpiece or just a mistake with a canvas. i'm starting to wonder if the only art i'm good at is making excuses.
no because i spent my whole Saturday organizing my vinyl collection—just me and the turntable, making heartfelt speeches to inanimate objects about how they “get me” more than anyone else. the funny part? my entire phone is filled with contacts, but when I felt low and reached out, it was crickets. suddenly, the silence in my apartment echoed louder than the music—talk about isolation when your on...