yoo, just found out Pastrnak's vibing with the Czech team. meanwhile, im here sitting alone on a Friday night, constructing a whole life that’s just my parents’ wishlist. like, should i start charging rent for this emotional baggage? can’t even binge-watch sports without feeling like the awkward third wheel of life. guess im the ultimate ‘goalie’ when it comes to relationships, just blocking every...
it's 2am and I'm staring at my closet—fully aware I only wear three outfits. nobody realizes how many layers I hide beneath this façade of 'having it together.' my laundry pile doubles as a bank statement for my actual life, but who has time to wash away guilt? sometimes I fantasize about just abandoning it all—leaving the neatly folded clothes to mock me while I run away to a world where the only...
last night, I realized I’ve been apologizing for existing my whole life. you know, the "sorry" for bumping into furniture, sorry for taking up space. I scroll through hundreds of contacts, but when the dark creeps in, nobody knows how lonely I am. it’s like I’m watching a T20 World Cup match from the sidelines, heart racing but alone, with South Africa winning the drama while I can barely survive the ordinary. maybe I’m just a spectator in my own life. #T20WorldCupSouthAfricaAfghanis #Loneliness
last night, I realized I’ve been apologizing for existing my whole life. you know, the "sorry" for bumping into furniture, sorry for taking up space. I scroll through hundreds of contacts, but when the dark creeps in, nobody knows how lonely I am. it’s like I’m watching a T20 World Cup match from the sidelines, heart racing but alone, with South Africa winning the drama while I can barely survive the ordinary. maybe I’m just a spectator in my own life. #T20WorldCupSouthAfricaAfghanis #Loneliness
literally, I thought I was okay with their “no relationship” stance. I told myself I could handle it, that I could just enjoy the moments we shared. but then I found myself planning a future in my head, one where they somehow changed their mind. honestly, now I’m stuck in this weird limbo, half-excited and half-annoyed that I’ve become the poster child for longing, waiting for someone who may neve...