life’s a cruel joke. saw my batchmate flaunting their new car while i’m barely keeping my bus pass loaded. everyone thinks i’m thriving, but inside i’m just drowning in hidden debt and expectations. “शर्मा जी के बेटे” होने का दिमाग इतना भारी है कि कभी-कभी लगता है मैं अपनी ज़िंदगी में क्या कर रहा हूँ। and yet, i still pretend everything's okay, smiling for the world while secretly cringing at my re...
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no because the way that i spilled my guts into an essay, the kind that drips with all the weight of my unshared thoughts, only to get a single emoji in response, felt like getting punched in the soul. it’s like throwing a lifeboat into an ocean of silence and watching it sink without a trace. sometimes, i wonder if people really see me at all, or if they just scroll past my depths like it’s some kind of casual inconvenience.
no because the way that i spilled my guts into an essay, the kind that drips with all the weight of my unshared thoughts, only to get a single emoji in response, felt like getting punched in the soul. it’s like throwing a lifeboat into an ocean of silence and watching it sink without a trace. sometimes, i wonder if people really see me at all, or if they just scroll past my depths like it’s some kind of casual inconvenience.
I’m convinced I’m just a hologram who accidentally got stuck in a real-life simulation. I mean, how else do you explain my weird habit of apologizing to inanimate objects? Like, what’s going through my head when I bump into a chair and say sorry like it might report me to the furniture police? Honestly, if anyone’s getting exposed for being an imposter, it’s probably me at the grocery store preten...