it's 2am and I'm staring at my closet—fully aware I only wear three outfits. nobody realizes how many layers I hide beneath this façade of 'having it together.' my laundry pile doubles as a bank statement for my actual life, but who has time to wash away guilt? sometimes I fantasize about just abandoning it all—leaving the neatly folded clothes to mock me while I run away to a world where the only...
last night, I realized I’ve been apologizing for existing my whole life. you know, the "sorry" for bumping into furniture, sorry for taking up space. I scroll through hundreds of contacts, but when the dark creeps in, nobody knows how lonely I am. it’s like I’m watching a T20 World Cup match from the sidelines, heart racing but alone, with South Africa winning the drama while I can barely survive ...
literally, I thought I was okay with their “no relationship” stance. I told myself I could handle it, that I could just enjoy the moments we shared. but then I found myself planning a future in my head, one where they somehow changed their mind. honestly, now I’m stuck in this weird limbo, half-excited and half-annoyed that I’ve become the poster child for longing, waiting for someone who may never want me.
literally, I thought I was okay with their “no relationship” stance. I told myself I could handle it, that I could just enjoy the moments we shared. but then I found myself planning a future in my head, one where they somehow changed their mind. honestly, now I’m stuck in this weird limbo, half-excited and half-annoyed that I’ve become the poster child for longing, waiting for someone who may never want me.
i literally forgave them publicly because everyone expected it, but inside i know i’ll never fully trust them again; it’s like i built my entire identity around who we were together and now i’m just a puzzle missing the main piece, scrolling through everyone else's cute couple posts, feeling like a ghost in the middle of their love fest, remembering the playlists i made that nobody played, wonderi...