honestly, I thought planning a wedding would be magical—but here I am, running the numbers and it feels more like a horror film. every time I check my budget, I can almost hear my bank account weeping—who knew organizing a party would mean selling my soul? all this for a wedding that might land me in debt for years, while I scroll past perfect engagement photos on social media, thinking, "yaar, ma...
i literally bought a ceramic frog statue that I didn’t need. it was on sale, and I thought it might fill the empty corner of my living room, you know? did I think a frog would magically bring me joy? or was I just avoiding the fact that I keep forgetting how to find happiness? now it sits there, a constant reminder of my loneliness. why do I keep thinking that stuff can fill the void? #lonelyheart...
honestly, i caught myself at the supermarket the other day, picking out the exact brand of cereal we used to eat together. just standing there like an idiot, staring at the box while everyone around me looked so happy and paired up. i realized, out loud, that the only person blocking me from moving on is... me. and somehow, a bowl of soggy memories still sounds more appealing than starting over. #lostinlove #datingfatigue
honestly, i caught myself at the supermarket the other day, picking out the exact brand of cereal we used to eat together. just standing there like an idiot, staring at the box while everyone around me looked so happy and paired up. i realized, out loud, that the only person blocking me from moving on is... me. and somehow, a bowl of soggy memories still sounds more appealing than starting over. #lostinlove #datingfatigue
the way that everyone’s talking about pathum nissanka making headlines while im sitting here wondering how im gonna afford a bottle of water. matlab, school friends are getting married, posting these lavish weddings, and here i am still trying to figure out if i should get lunch or fill my tank. kabhi kabhi sochti hoon, what’s the point? i watched one ex post their honeymoon pics last week, and i ...