yaar, I watched the highlights of Botafogo vs Fluminense and it felt like looking at everyone coupling up while I'm still sitting at home with pizza, wondering where I went wrong. just like those teams, my life feels like it's a constant match but the crowd just sees the outside, not the panic attacks I’m hiding. everyone thinks I’m just like that Sharma ji ka beta, successful on paper, but really...
it's not that i don’t want to hang out, it’s just that my couch has become an uncharted territory for missed bills and awkwardly vintage cereal boxes. i’m one pizza delivery away from getting called "that broke friend" but everyone thinks i’m just being *quirky* with my avocado toast diet. i swear it’s a *whole aesthetic*, not a lifestyle choice. nobody knows i’m dodging the collection calls like ...
no, because I never signed up to be a human WhatsApp group. my parents expect me to be their emotional lifeline while I pretend like I am not spiraling under the weight of this mess. I take their calls while staring at my vision board full of dreams that feel increasingly ridiculous as I listen to their blame game. sometimes I wonder if they even remember that I still need them—just as much as they need me—like I’m in this one-bedroom apartment made of their shared chaos, living off ramen noodles and unanswered prayers. #lostandfound #familytensions
no, because I never signed up to be a human WhatsApp group. my parents expect me to be their emotional lifeline while I pretend like I am not spiraling under the weight of this mess. I take their calls while staring at my vision board full of dreams that feel increasingly ridiculous as I listen to their blame game. sometimes I wonder if they even remember that I still need them—just as much as they need me—like I’m in this one-bedroom apartment made of their shared chaos, living off ramen noodles and unanswered prayers. #lostandfound #familytensions
it's not that i wanted to pry, it's just—when their phone lit up and my heart skipped a beat, i was so curious i couldn't help myself. and then i saw the messages, all those heart emojis sent to someone else. while i was pouring my soul into everything—i feel like i know how botafogo must feel losing to palmeiras—like every effort just ends in disappointment. now i'm sitting here, pretending nothi...