it's not that I’m lonely... it’s just that I’ve mastered the art of morphing into whoever they wanted. I became a shadow—dimming my own light just to be their ideal. I’ve shed pieces of myself like autumn leaves, and for what? now I watch from the sidelines as love blooms everywhere around me. while I stand here—built from the ashes of a version I traded for acceptance—realizing they never want...
literally just saw the buzz about that meal deal for Valentine's. feels like a cruel joke, considering I’ll be home with a frozen pizza, pretending it’s gourmet. I might have told a friend I was going out for a fancy dinner, but honestly, it’s more about how I can’t afford to even order takeout. everyone thinks I'm thriving, but I'm actually planning my meals around how little I can spend—what if ...
not gonna lie, seeing sanjay agarwal get that extension hit differently. it’s like, there are people getting secure futures while I can't even secure a date. I keep getting ghosted, like my love life is a horror movie where I'm just the lead character who doesn’t survive. it makes me think—maybe I was the one holding onto something that never even existed... but maybe I’m just running away from a truth I can’t face... #SanjayAgarwal #LifeStruggles
not gonna lie, seeing sanjay agarwal get that extension hit differently. it’s like, there are people getting secure futures while I can't even secure a date. I keep getting ghosted, like my love life is a horror movie where I'm just the lead character who doesn’t survive. it makes me think—maybe I was the one holding onto something that never even existed... but maybe I’m just running away from a truth I can’t face... #SanjayAgarwal #LifeStruggles
literally caught myself refreshing my feed just to check on the “latest” from Muhammad Waseem. i should be working, honestly. but here i am, alone with my sandwich, feeling more invested in his T20 dreams than my own life choices. honestly, what does it say about me that i’m trying to channel a sports hero while debating whether to go back to my miserable job or order takeout again? the existentia...