last night, I was scrolling through old messages. remembered the days when I had someone to share my thoughts with. now, I look around and see faces but feel like a ghost among them. hearing about Neymar's return reminds me of moments with friends watching matches together. now I can't even remember the last time someone checked in. I’m here, juggling a thousand contacts, yet feeling so... alone. ...
wait—how is it that I literally have hundreds of contacts in my phone, but not a single one to call when I'm feeling like I might just dissolve into the void? like, I scroll and it's a who's who of half-familiar faces and past party pals. nobody knows the chaos swirling in my brain—I'm basically talking to myself in a sea of silence. and now I'm looking at this news about the new president making ...
literally, as my exes are planning their dream weddings, I am here contemplating whether eating an entire tub of ice cream while binge-watching a show counts as self-care. home bachi jo samjh nahi rahe ki jeene ka art kya hota hai, unse koi nahi keh raha ki misery loves company. ab, with Kwality Walls shares going up, at least I can distract myself by investing in something that brings me joy— like ice cream. bas yaar, thoda investment kiya toh life kuch improve hogi kya? #KwalityWallsSharePrice #IceCreamTherapy
literally, as my exes are planning their dream weddings, I am here contemplating whether eating an entire tub of ice cream while binge-watching a show counts as self-care. home bachi jo samjh nahi rahe ki jeene ka art kya hota hai, unse koi nahi keh raha ki misery loves company. ab, with Kwality Walls shares going up, at least I can distract myself by investing in something that brings me joy— like ice cream. bas yaar, thoda investment kiya toh life kuch improve hogi kya? #KwalityWallsSharePrice #IceCreamTherapy
ngl, my parents showed up unannounced and saw my actual mess. they think my life is this polished online highlight reel but all they got was a glimpse of my three-week-old laundry mountain and empty pizza boxes. it's like, do they even see the stress of being compared to my sibling who's "successful" while i'm just here, navigating life like a poorly coded video game? at family gatherings, it’s a ...