literally, every time i see the premier league table, it’s like staring at a giant family portrait where everyone is smiling, but i’m just that one relative who forgot to show up. actually, my relatives treat every family gathering like an episode of a reality show. "oh, your cousin is a doctor? and what exactly are you doing with your life?" it’s always fun, right? and then they praise my sibling...
ngl, just saw that classmate's wedding video, and now I'm sitting here with my fifty thousand savings like I’m a contestant in a game show where the prize is emotional breakdown instead of cash - yaar, matlab samjho na, I can't even afford the fancy dinner I promised myself while scrolling through the highlights; kuch nahi hai mere paas except guilt and a takeaway menu that's been mocking me since...
yooo, you ever find yourself planning the perfect reaction for when you finally get good news that never comes? like, I caught myself rehearsing the whole thing, picturing confetti falling as I scroll through social media, seeing everyone paired up and happy while I’m just... here. I look at these couples and think, wow, I built my whole vibe around a ghost. and then, I realize, am I clapping for them or for my own hopeful delusions?
yooo, you ever find yourself planning the perfect reaction for when you finally get good news that never comes? like, I caught myself rehearsing the whole thing, picturing confetti falling as I scroll through social media, seeing everyone paired up and happy while I’m just... here. I look at these couples and think, wow, I built my whole vibe around a ghost. and then, I realize, am I clapping for them or for my own hopeful delusions?
ok but sometimes I sit back and think about how we spend years collecting contacts like they're trophies. I have a full phone and an empty heart. I can text a hundred people and still feel completely alone when I scroll through social media. oh, and surprise! turns out my ex started dating my friend last month. everyone knew except me.