the way that things are changing in the world is honestly wild. like, i have literally so many people on my social media but when was the last time i shared something real? even my friends are now just names in a contact list. seeing all this trade drama makes me realize that people trade connections like it's business. nobody actually cares how anyone is doing. yaar, sab bhool gaye hai, ghar wale...
nobody talks about the loneliness of being surrounded by people yet feeling completely unseen. it’s like scrolling through hundreds of contacts, but when the darkness creeps in, there’s not a single number you feel you can dial. i once had a circle, but slowly those friends became strangers, each drifted apart as if someone drew invisible lines. i keep this heavy secret of my disconnection tucked ...
looking at old photos always feels like a bad trip down memory lane. sometimes i catch a glimpse of that smiling face and i wonder, who was that? there’s this lingering thought that maybe i’ve outgrown my own happiness. but truth is, that brightness in those eyes seems so foreign now, like a ghost haunting the person i’ve become. i don’t know if it’s growth or just another kind of loss. #Santos #lifeconfessions
looking at old photos always feels like a bad trip down memory lane. sometimes i catch a glimpse of that smiling face and i wonder, who was that? there’s this lingering thought that maybe i’ve outgrown my own happiness. but truth is, that brightness in those eyes seems so foreign now, like a ghost haunting the person i’ve become. i don’t know if it’s growth or just another kind of loss. #Santos #lifeconfessions
the way that everyone claps for this astronaut running marathons while i’m just trying to make it through family dinner without getting grilled about why i can’t get my life together, as if it’s not a marathon of expectations to live up to everyone else’s achievements. i feel like a footnote at a family reunion, competing for air with my siblings who made the “right choices.” i wanna yell, “it’s n...