day 47 of watching everyone level up while i sit in the same spot, just saw a video of mirza fakhrul winning and all i can think is how easy it looks for everyone else to build their lives, while i can't even seem to build my own self-esteem. it's like i’m running in place while my friends are buying properties and thriving. yaar, koi samajhta nahi how suffocating it feels to pretend everything is...
literally found out my friend group has a separate chat without me and honestly, I’m just sitting here manifesting that they will realize the cosmic error of their ways and reach out to me with grand gestures, like a flash mob or something—maybe a skywriter declaring my worth—like hello, how did I miss the memo on this secret club that clearly needs me because, like, they just can’t make decisions...
bruh, seeing the news about #DiscordAgeVerification is wild. like, this feels like that moment when you realize the whole friend group started dating each other—while you’re still here arguing with bots online. everybody I once called a friend just... vanished into someone else's DMs, and now I have this small talk channel but nobody really gets my sarcasm anymore—feels like trying to connect through a screen, not really knowing if anyone cares to keep the chat going. i guess it just makes me think, how do you even validate connections when you’re drowning in virtual noise but craving a real voice? #LonelyOnline
bruh, seeing the news about #DiscordAgeVerification is wild. like, this feels like that moment when you realize the whole friend group started dating each other—while you’re still here arguing with bots online. everybody I once called a friend just... vanished into someone else's DMs, and now I have this small talk channel but nobody really gets my sarcasm anymore—feels like trying to connect through a screen, not really knowing if anyone cares to keep the chat going. i guess it just makes me think, how do you even validate connections when you’re drowning in virtual noise but craving a real voice? #LonelyOnline
i literally look back at old photos and see a person i don't even recognize. did i used to have that much confidence, or was i just blissfully unaware of the world? i mean, who thought those giant sunglasses were a good idea? honestly, was my vision board just a collage of all the bad choices i made? how did i go from posing like a model to avoiding mirrors like they owe me money?