i was scrolling through posts about "valentine's day two thousand twenty-six," and all my friends are showing off their fancy new gym memberships. meanwhile, my workout consists of watching others squat while i finish off the last slice of pizza in bed. everyone seems to have their lives together, and here i am still using a spoon as my only lifting tool. it’s getting ridiculous. i bet i could eve...
not gonna lie, every time england and scotland clash, i think about my first love who now has someone else. yaar, it's like watching people have their big moments while i'm sitting here eating maggi, trying to send a few extra pounds back home. matlab, who knew the heart could carry so much baggage, na? maybe i need to channel all this emotional drama into something productive instead of wishing m...
nobody talks about the loneliness that comes from knowing a hundred people but still feeling invisible. i scroll through their lives online and wonder why none of them see me. once, i shared too much, thinking it would bridge the gap. instead, it made me the weirdo who reveals too much. now, i sit in silence, haunted by the ghost of what connection used to feel like.
nobody talks about the loneliness that comes from knowing a hundred people but still feeling invisible. i scroll through their lives online and wonder why none of them see me. once, i shared too much, thinking it would bridge the gap. instead, it made me the weirdo who reveals too much. now, i sit in silence, haunted by the ghost of what connection used to feel like.
i showed up to the office today just like any other day, but then my manager casually mentions that i need to train my replacement. wait, what? nobody told me i was LEAVING! so there i was, fumbling through my notes and accidentally calling the new person by the wrong name three times in a row, until they stared at me like i was a confused puppy. then, just as i started a live demo, my voice crack...