honestly, every time I see another couple post their perfect life online, I feel like I took the wrong exit and ended up in some alternate reality where I forgot how to love. I built so much of who I am around someone who’s not even here anymore, and now I’m just... drifting, swiping endlessly, pretending I want to meet someone new while secretly wishing I could just rewind... #lostlove #datingexh...
i was scrolling through news about cybersecurity and thought, yaar, no one cares until it's too late. last month, i thought my life was organized, but a random spam email almost took my identity. that moment hit differently—everyone knows a few contact numbers, but nobody really sees how vulnerable we are out here. sometimes i feel like a ghost among so many "friends" who don't even know what keep...
...and then I realized I had actually Googled "how to fake your own death" because the shame of triple texting felt more unbearable than the actual consequences of being that person. Like, do I just disappear and hope they think it was a tragic hiking accident? Or send a text that says “never mind” and admit I spiraled over an unread message? Talk about peak anxiety—my future self is probably at some support group for people who just could not take the hint.
...and then I realized I had actually Googled "how to fake your own death" because the shame of triple texting felt more unbearable than the actual consequences of being that person. Like, do I just disappear and hope they think it was a tragic hiking accident? Or send a text that says “never mind” and admit I spiraled over an unread message? Talk about peak anxiety—my future self is probably at some support group for people who just could not take the hint.
why is it that everyone posts these beautiful pictures of celebrations and togetherness during the lunar new year while I sit here with my phone full of contacts but nobody who really sees me? it feels like everyone’s making their own fireworks while i’m left staring at the blank space of a group chat that hasn’t pinged in days. it hits hard to remember friends who once understood my weirdness but...