last night, i accidentally hearted my own message in a group chat and now i can’t stop spiraling, like does this mean i secretly love myself or am i just so desperate for validation that i need to give it to myself? honestly, is anyone else doing this to cope with feeling invisible? meanwhile, everyone is obsessing over آمال ماهر’s gorgeous looks and here i am, over here in my sweatpants wondering...
yooo, seeing those news articles about cybersecurity makes me realize my life is like a huge data leak, where all my private failures just spill out for the world to see. when i opened my inbox, all i saw were updates from those 'educational' sites about security tips while i'm still vulnerable, stuck with my feelings for someone who moved on faster than my connection speeds. guess nobody taught m...
honestly, sometimes I feel like I’m in a reality show where the only plot is family expectations — I walk into gatherings, and it’s like entering the interrogation room of a true crime documentary. “Why aren’t you married yet?” “Your cousin is so successful, did you hear?” it’s a competition no one told me I was part of. like, I just finished a box of cereal for dinner but cool, let me explain my life choices to the panel — they’ve done everything right, so of course I should follow the script, right? it’s exhausting — but somehow, I’m the punchline in a joke only I can hear.
honestly, sometimes I feel like I’m in a reality show where the only plot is family expectations — I walk into gatherings, and it’s like entering the interrogation room of a true crime documentary. “Why aren’t you married yet?” “Your cousin is so successful, did you hear?” it’s a competition no one told me I was part of. like, I just finished a box of cereal for dinner but cool, let me explain my life choices to the panel — they’ve done everything right, so of course I should follow the script, right? it’s exhausting — but somehow, I’m the punchline in a joke only I can hear.
no because... i always thought there’d be a right moment to tell him i think he’s a genius. but now, it’s like the deadline passed. and i’m left here scrolling through his posts, staring at our last exchange, wishing i’d just said something. was it worth waiting when now it’s just regret? and he’s still doing great without me... makes you wonder if the silence meant anything at all. #timingiscurse...