it's not that i can’t make friends... it's just every time i try to engage in a conversation, my brain goes on strike. like the other day, i started talking about the liverpool vs brighton match and somehow spiraled into an existential crisis about my choice of pizza toppings. so there i was, discussing the merits of pepperoni over cheese in a room full of strangers while internally i’m screaming ...
day 14 of obsessively refreshing the GATE exam answer key — my parents text me asking if I have plans for the holidays while I'm still replaying the conversation where I froze up when they compared my results to my cousin's, and I couldn't even muster up the courage to explain how much pressure feels like drowning. they don’t get it, and maybe I didn't explain it right — or maybe I just never lear...
literally just saw my ex's engagement post while scrolling, yaar. matlab, it feels like everyone is leveling up while I'm stuck here, watching from the sidelines. my friends are getting houses, new cars, and I'm barely able to sort my own life out. it's like they all got the cheat code and I'm still on the first level. right now, i'm just here pretending it doesn't hurt, but deep down... hai na, I just want to know if it ever gets better. #RealMadridCf #lifeishard
literally just saw my ex's engagement post while scrolling, yaar. matlab, it feels like everyone is leveling up while I'm stuck here, watching from the sidelines. my friends are getting houses, new cars, and I'm barely able to sort my own life out. it's like they all got the cheat code and I'm still on the first level. right now, i'm just here pretending it doesn't hurt, but deep down... hai na, I just want to know if it ever gets better. #RealMadridCf #lifeishard
day 32 of pretending i have it together. family gathering yesterday felt like an interrogation chamber. questions about my "next steps," while all i could think about was how jack eichel, with all his talent, probably never faces scrutiny like mine. mom keeps mentioning my cousin’s promotion like it’s some universal standard. meanwhile, i’m still stuck on this treadmill of expectations, running to...