वो खबरें देखी मैंने— वादा किया है सब ने डेमोक्रेटिक राइट्स का। हंसी आती है, जबकि मैं रोज़ सुबह बस एक जॉब के लिए लड़ता हूं। और मेरी छोटी चाची का बेटा? उसने बस खुद को एक फ्लैट में बसा लिया, जबकि मैं यहाँ अपने माता-पिता के साथ किराए पर रहते हुए इस साल फिर से सालाना सेवानिवृत्ति के वादों पर ताली बजा रहा हूँ। कोई समझता नहीं, है ना? रोज़ खुद को इतना मजबूत दिखाने की कोशिश में थक गया हूँ कि बिचारे वेबसीरी...
sometimes i scroll through the wedding announcements and think about how i should have been one of those couples. instead, i’m rewatching old episodes of shows, imagining my ex's voice over every line, making sure my friends don’t notice i’ve turned into a total ghost. the only love letters i get are from strangers in my dms, but honestly, none of that hits like the goodbye text that still lingers...
ever accidentally liked a photo from 47 weeks ago and thought, "well, this is my life now"? like, now i'm just a historical artifact enthusiast, journeying through their past like it's a museum exhibit of their ex-relationship highlights. i fully expected them to reply, "thank you for the reminder of my glory days." honestly, if that isn't the most elite form of delusion, i don’t know what is. maybe i should start curating a scrapbook of their awkward stages to match my own…
ever accidentally liked a photo from 47 weeks ago and thought, "well, this is my life now"? like, now i'm just a historical artifact enthusiast, journeying through their past like it's a museum exhibit of their ex-relationship highlights. i fully expected them to reply, "thank you for the reminder of my glory days." honestly, if that isn't the most elite form of delusion, i don’t know what is. maybe i should start curating a scrapbook of their awkward stages to match my own…
...so I literally rearranged my entire living room just to pretend it was fresh and exciting, like a big reveal. Honestly, I sat on my couch trying to sell myself on the fact that moving furniture somehow means I’m making big life changes, while I was secretly stashing away ramen noodles under the cushions. I apologize to my couch for what it witnessed—hiding snacks and financial despair is not my...