how do you face someone you wronged when all you think about is how they'd rather forget you exist? i keep remembering their face—the disappointment—the way i just... vanished when they needed someone. i mean, now i sit here googling 'am i the problem' and staring at my phone like it’s a portal to another universe. i should apologize, but what if it only opens old wounds? some days i convince myse...
bruh, just saw my classmate's wedding video — yaar, fifty lakhs! and here I am, matlab, eating maggi every night, dreaming of a life where I could have that. koi samajhta nahi the sacrifices that come with chasing dreams. still, I can't help but think — one day, mujhe bhi unse zyada milega, right? #CybersecurityTips #LifeGoals
I recently started diving deep into painting again, after years of ignoring it. When I finally picked up the brushes, it hit me that every stroke is just an extension of emotions I didn’t know I had. It's almost as if I lost pieces of myself in relationships, but now I can pour those pieces onto the canvas. It feels vulnerable, but liberating. Just me, my colors, and the raw truth of what I feel inside. But honestly, what if the art reflects more of my chaos than I’m ready to confront? #CybersecurityTips #ArtTherapy
I recently started diving deep into painting again, after years of ignoring it. When I finally picked up the brushes, it hit me that every stroke is just an extension of emotions I didn’t know I had. It's almost as if I lost pieces of myself in relationships, but now I can pour those pieces onto the canvas. It feels vulnerable, but liberating. Just me, my colors, and the raw truth of what I feel inside. But honestly, what if the art reflects more of my chaos than I’m ready to confront? #CybersecurityTips #ArtTherapy
bruh, is it just me or does every family gathering feel like an audition? every question feels like an interrogation. how come they never ask me about my dreams, just compare me to my cousins' achievements? it’s like they don’t see my struggles. why do I feel the weight of disappointment hanging over my head like a dark cloud? can’t they just enjoy my presence without the pressure?