day 47 of scrolling through the same headlines, trying to convince myself i don’t feel hollow inside. i watched the news about byrathi basavaraj and it hit me like a punch in the gut, as if the chaos of the world somehow became a reflection of my own life, spiraling into this vast loneliness. the truth is, i laugh at celebrity drama to feel better, yet deep down, it’s like, does anyone even notice...
wait, seeing the news about that murder case is wild, yaar. matlab, every time i hear something like this, it just reminds me how fragile everything is. my friend used to say "life is unpredictable", and now every day feels like a lesson i didn't want to learn. when will people just chill and not let ego or power take over? i just wanna live my life without fear, hai na? and honestly, it makes me ...
it's not that i thought giving them a second chance would turn things around; it's just that seeing them pick someone else felt like catching a glimpse of a rerun i thought i had canceled, like waiting for my life to start while everyone else’s story plays out in vibrant colors around me. there i am, building a castle of my hopes on quicksand, watching as my dream partner hands the blueprints to someone else, while all the pieces of who i was built around them crumble like yesterday’s news. honestly, it's absurd, really; i could almost laugh if it didn’t hurt this much. i'm just left here sifting through the rubble, thinking about all the ways i imagined our future together like a half-finished puzzle, waiting for a piece that just won't come.
it's not that i thought giving them a second chance would turn things around; it's just that seeing them pick someone else felt like catching a glimpse of a rerun i thought i had canceled, like waiting for my life to start while everyone else’s story plays out in vibrant colors around me. there i am, building a castle of my hopes on quicksand, watching as my dream partner hands the blueprints to someone else, while all the pieces of who i was built around them crumble like yesterday’s news. honestly, it's absurd, really; i could almost laugh if it didn’t hurt this much. i'm just left here sifting through the rubble, thinking about all the ways i imagined our future together like a half-finished puzzle, waiting for a piece that just won't come.
literally sat down to look at my bills and all i could think about was that opening ceremony for that thing, you know, SPPG Polri, which honestly sounded more organized than my life right now. i mean, they are unveiling something while i can’t even unveil what my next meal will be. just sitting here like, do i pay for the gas or just walk everywhere, cause both sound exhausting in different ways. ...