how is it that i always end up alone when everyone else is pairing off? my friends are starting families, but i can’t stop thinking about how much of my identity was wrapped around that one person who left. i keep watching the news, and while people worry about the elections, i feel like i’m in my own personal war, fighting memories and loneliness. suddenly, i realize i'm just... tired of searchin...
the way that every time i try to meditate, i end up planning my fake acceptance speech for the award i will never win — it really hits different when i realize my whole life is just a series of imaginary accolades for achievements that exist only in my head.
day 47 of convincing myself that tiny lies are just part of life, yet here I am saying I finished that book when I barely opened the cover. every time I stretch the truth, I feel a little bit more like a fraud, which is amusing because I’m not even lying about anything important. and now with this whole वंदे मातरम् debate, I can't even fake my opinion because I'm too busy lying about what I did last weekend. do I actually care about public singing rituals, or am I just trying to avoid the guilt of not knowing the words? feels like I’m stuck in a game where I forgot the rules. # #lifeunfiltered
day 47 of convincing myself that tiny lies are just part of life, yet here I am saying I finished that book when I barely opened the cover. every time I stretch the truth, I feel a little bit more like a fraud, which is amusing because I’m not even lying about anything important. and now with this whole वंदे मातरम् debate, I can't even fake my opinion because I'm too busy lying about what I did last weekend. do I actually care about public singing rituals, or am I just trying to avoid the guilt of not knowing the words? feels like I’m stuck in a game where I forgot the rules. # #lifeunfiltered
so, everyone's talking about that São Paulo game, and here I am, still in bed wearing yesterday’s clothes - living my own tragic comedy. while they change lineups, I’m stuck picking up shifts just to keep the lights on. I see my old friends posting about their “amazing” weekend plans - trips I can’t even afford. it feels like everyone else is living in color while I’m just a sad black-and-white fl...