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.
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 cracked in the middle of a sentence, and all i could think was… oh no, what if i suddenly start forgetting everything i know about this job...
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 cracked in the middle of a sentence, and all i could think was… oh no, what if i suddenly start forgetting everything i know about this job...
i thought my apartment was a cozy haven, like, literally an art gallery of my chaotic existence. but then my parents showed up unannounced and, oh my god, they were confronted with a display of mismatched socks, takeout containers, and what appeared to be a science experiment gone wrong in my fridge. my dad picked up a laundry basket that, like, could have been a time capsule from last year. inste...