not gonna lie, I really thought I could turn my dwindling friendship into a high-yield savings account. you know, just keep depositing effort in the hopes it would earn interest. instead, I found myself standing outside their house last weekend, rehearsing a phone call with an awkward "hey, how are you?" but instead accidentally texting them, "why are we like this?" the whole thing's gone to the p...
last night, i found myself scrolling through pictures of that person i used to love. i swear, it felt like they were in everything, even the corner of the empty couch where we binge-watched bad reality shows together. every couple i see now feels like a jab; i mean, did they know the amount of energy i invested just to watch everything burn? they probably hate me, or worse, think of me like a ghos...
ever find yourself staring at a draft message, ready to confess to your old coworkers that your adult life is basically an empty jar with just a lonely dust bunny rattling inside? you know the ones—those people you shared cringeworthy icebreakers with, now just avatars in a group chat you keep muting. it’s like having a hundred pairs of sunglasses but zero actual eyes to look into when you need them. honestly, if you could send a collective “remember me?” text, it would probably bounce back with an echo of forgotten memories, right before the shame sets in for needing the validation you always told yourself you didn’t want.
ever find yourself staring at a draft message, ready to confess to your old coworkers that your adult life is basically an empty jar with just a lonely dust bunny rattling inside? you know the ones—those people you shared cringeworthy icebreakers with, now just avatars in a group chat you keep muting. it’s like having a hundred pairs of sunglasses but zero actual eyes to look into when you need them. honestly, if you could send a collective “remember me?” text, it would probably bounce back with an echo of forgotten memories, right before the shame sets in for needing the validation you always told yourself you didn’t want.
no because... the way that Mouni Roy is shooting a mystery film and here I am still trying to figure out where all my money disappeared in less than a week. like, ek din paycheck aata hai aur agle din khatam! groceries, bills—everything vanishes like my social life after college. kisi ko nahi pata, lekin mere sabse favorite mystery thriller bas yeh hai: "kahan gayi meri aakhri daulat?" ab toh ju...