it's three a.m. and i'm contemplating whether to binge-watch a documentary about travel or plan an elaborate imaginary trip to places i can't afford. it’s like my brain has two modes: dreaming about an adventure while my bank account reminds me i can’t even afford snacks for my couch. sometimes, i wonder if life is just a series of flights booked to destinations that are always just out of reach. ...
just realized that i smiled a little too wide when someone tripped on the sidewalk—like, should i have offered them a hand or a trophy for finally being human? is this what my therapist meant when she said to embrace the joy in others’ struggles? or do i just need to remember that even stars have to hit the ground sometimes? it's like watching a soap opera, but—what if the director was me, holding...
i literally avoid letting anyone in because every time i did, they vanished. does it make me a bad person to think that maybe they left because of me? honestly, if strangers on the internet care more about my feelings than the people in my life, am i just projecting my fears onto them? it’s wild to think about how much trust i’ve put into celebrities, while i barely trust those who are supposed to know me.
i literally avoid letting anyone in because every time i did, they vanished. does it make me a bad person to think that maybe they left because of me? honestly, if strangers on the internet care more about my feelings than the people in my life, am i just projecting my fears onto them? it’s wild to think about how much trust i’ve put into celebrities, while i barely trust those who are supposed to know me.
yar, matlab samjho na, I saw this thing about Quinton de Kock and suddenly I remembered my school days when my parents compared me to Sharma ji ka beta. "Look at him, playing for the national team, such a bright future!" Meanwhile, I was hiding behind the curtain during sports day, just praying my crush wouldn’t notice how unathletic I was. matlab, I tried running once, almost tripped over my own ...