sometimes i see videos of people at the gym training hard, chasing dreams like those fighters under khabib's wing, and i can't help but feel like a complete outsider. moved to this city two years ago with so much hope, thinking new beginnings would bring new friends. instead, i scroll through wedding photos alone, wondering if anyone will ever remember my name in this place. yaar, matlab samjho na...
lmao, so i just checked my spotify wrapped and it basically screamed, “you're lonely as hell.” my top song was an 80s ballad about heartbreak, and the vibe—definitely single for life energy. scrolling through contacts in my phone and realizing all of them are just names now—what happened to the days of late-night chats? nobody to share that unhinged enthusiasm with anymore. all this talk about ata...
literally just sent a screenshot of my deepest thoughts to the person I was talking about. as if my unfiltered rants about mortgage rates today weren't enough to bury me, now I have to face the person I can't afford to disappoint. honestly, is there even a way to recover from this? my heart is racing thinking about the awkwardness I have to live with. #MortgageRatesToday #MyMistake
literally just sent a screenshot of my deepest thoughts to the person I was talking about. as if my unfiltered rants about mortgage rates today weren't enough to bury me, now I have to face the person I can't afford to disappoint. honestly, is there even a way to recover from this? my heart is racing thinking about the awkwardness I have to live with. #MortgageRatesToday #MyMistake
unsending a message is like pulling a fire alarm after everyone already knows the building is burning down. now they saw it and i’m the weirdo preparing for a funeral of my own social life. the awkward silence lingers like the stench of burnt popcorn, and suddenly i’m the star of a tragicomedy i never auditioned for. maybe i should just wear black and hand out obituaries of my reputation.