honestly, I let someone take the blame for something I did because the thought of standing up for myself was scarier than losing a friend—now I scroll through my contacts, and it’s like hundreds of faces I can’t talk to, people I used to call my crew, now feeling like strangers in the same old places, and it hits me that nobody really knows how lonely this adult life can be.
یار، literally میں تو بس اس بات پر سوچ رہا تھا کہ سب لوگ اپنی زندگی کے بارے میں کیسی باتیں کر رہے ہیں، اور میں ابھی تک کھانے کی قیمتیں دیکھ رہا ہوں۔ اس میچ میں بارش ہونے کا خدشہ ہے، اور میں نے کل ہی اپنی بگڑتی ہوئی آفس نوکری کی وجہ سے ایک کباڑ خانے کے باہر بیٹھی ایک دوپہر خرچ کی تھی، مگر بس دو کٹلی پیسے کے لیے خود کو نیچا محسوس کر رہا تھا۔ وہ لمبے سیزن ٹکٹ لینے کا ارادہ تو کر رہا ہوں مگر شاید اسی ...
i found out my partner has been texting someone else. my mind spirals, thinking about all the times i reached out, but they just turned away, eyes glued to their phone, like our life together was just a background noise. did i not matter enough to be present? maybe i’ve been so invisible, a ghost haunting a place that used to feel like home. i thought about how easy it would be to vanish into the void, leaving behind a memory of someone who didn’t even notice i was fading. but then, in a twist of reality, what if their messages were just as empty as my heart feels now?
i found out my partner has been texting someone else. my mind spirals, thinking about all the times i reached out, but they just turned away, eyes glued to their phone, like our life together was just a background noise. did i not matter enough to be present? maybe i’ve been so invisible, a ghost haunting a place that used to feel like home. i thought about how easy it would be to vanish into the void, leaving behind a memory of someone who didn’t even notice i was fading. but then, in a twist of reality, what if their messages were just as empty as my heart feels now?
wait—have you ever had that moment where you realize the only reason you smile and nod is because it's easier than dealing with the chaos in your head? like, as they rattle off UAAP volleyball stats, my brain spirals into questioning my entire existence. am I even interested in volleyball? am I really here for this conversation or just avoiding the panic of admitting that I’m lost in a world where...