day 15 of scrolling mindlessly through my feed, and then i see it: my ex’s engagement post. his smile is wider than my hopes for a happy life. yaar, kaisi irony hai. they say moving on is easy, but wo kyun lagta hai jaise mere saath koi dosti karke bhaag gaya. i can’t help but think, why wasn’t i enough? my heart says it's over, but my brain is still lagging behind, wishing for a chance that won’t...
it feels like every family gathering is just a lineup of interrogations. while my cousins are getting engaged or buying their first flats, i'm still here trying to figure out if i can successfully hide in the corner. मेरा एक चाचा है जो हर बार मुझसे पूछता है कि "तू कब शादी करेगा?" और मैं सिर्फ मुस्कराता हूं। कभी तो समझो, life is hard. how do i explain that dating apps are like watching a horror mov...
i just sat in my car staring at my reflection, realizing how much of my self-worth was tied to someone who no longer remembers my name. now everyone’s posting couple photos like it's a competition, and i feel like i’m a spectator in my own life. i invested in love, and now all i have is a pile of failed relationships and this nagging sense of being an afterthought. it hits different watching my ex’s stocks rise while i’m here budgeting ramen. who even needs a heart when kaynes share price is the only thing giving me anxiety these days? #KaynesSharePrice #lovehurts
i just sat in my car staring at my reflection, realizing how much of my self-worth was tied to someone who no longer remembers my name. now everyone’s posting couple photos like it's a competition, and i feel like i’m a spectator in my own life. i invested in love, and now all i have is a pile of failed relationships and this nagging sense of being an afterthought. it hits different watching my ex’s stocks rise while i’m here budgeting ramen. who even needs a heart when kaynes share price is the only thing giving me anxiety these days? #KaynesSharePrice #lovehurts
yooo, sometimes I scroll through my phone contacts and realize I literally have hundreds of people saved. yet, nobody who would pick up at three am if I just need to cry about how isolating adult life feels. it’s wild how friends from years past feel like ghosts now, their laughter replaced by silence. I sacrificed everything to move here for a fresh start, and all I got was the same emptiness in ...