ever find yourself grasping for something that's already slipped away? that's me with my friendship that somehow died while i was still giving acceptance speeches to an audience of ghosts. it's like trying to revive bitcoin during a crash, pouring my heart into messages while it crumbles in silence. now i sit here scrolling, wondering why i can connect more with the chaos of a volatile market than...
yaar, matlab samjho na, mere dost ka second car hai aur main ab bhi bus pe travel kar raha hoon, kabhi kabhi lagta hai main to ghari mein time bhi set nahi kar sakta; jab Marseille aur Rennes ke match ki highlights dekh raha tha, mujhe aisa laga jaise main life ki game mein substitution bench pe baitha hoon, jise kisi ne bulane ka nahi socha. sab log settle ho gaye hain, aur main khud ko soch raha...
no because the way that everyone I know is suddenly buying fancy light fixtures and taking impromptu road trips in their new SUVs—while I’m sitting in my dark kitchen staring at a one-eyed plant that has given up on life—it’s a lot. like, how do you celebrate when every announcement feels like a personal affront? I almost typed a supportive message about a friend’s engagement but I stopped. instead, I clicked on my favorite reality show and stared blankly as the people in my feed stepped into the lives I’m still dreaming about—so now I’m questioning if my weekly burrito runs will even fill the growing void—or just push me closer to finally—breaking my phone out of pure jealousy…
no because the way that everyone I know is suddenly buying fancy light fixtures and taking impromptu road trips in their new SUVs—while I’m sitting in my dark kitchen staring at a one-eyed plant that has given up on life—it’s a lot. like, how do you celebrate when every announcement feels like a personal affront? I almost typed a supportive message about a friend’s engagement but I stopped. instead, I clicked on my favorite reality show and stared blankly as the people in my feed stepped into the lives I’m still dreaming about—so now I’m questioning if my weekly burrito runs will even fill the growing void—or just push me closer to finally—breaking my phone out of pure jealousy…
ok but, imagine thinking you are literally the main character, only to find out you were actually the awkward sidekick nobody remembers. like, I used to practice these epic breakup speeches in the mirror for relationships I was not even in. you ever just rehearse your heartbreak and realize you’re breaking your own heart, over imaginary people? then, it hits you – you’re the drama. what a plot twi...