day 47 of no meaningful connections. it's 3am and i'm scrolling through contacts, wondering why nobody knows me anymore. got a message about that cricket match everyone is buzzing about but really, all i think is how alone it feels in a crowd of acquaintances. laugh at the shared jokes but deep down, nobody understands this weight. funny how we can be so connected yet feel this disconnected, like ...
yooo, so I just saw all this drama around Mohsin Naqvi and the T20 World Cup. it reminded me of that time I tried to blend in at a party—totally overshot it, wearing bright yellow like I was headed to a highlighter convention. people were asking who I was there with, and I just stammered, “uh, I came alone to make friends?” cringed so hard, I could feel my heart sink to my toes. anyway, I’m sittin...
have you ever watched everyone around you pair up while you're just here—stuck sending yourself emails as if someone might take you seriously? I got the update from Union Bank about all those investor meetings, and all I could think about was how much I had invested in someone who is no longer a line in my inbox. now I’m here—drafting messages to ghosts and sending 'ok' because I'm too tired to rewrite history. you know you’re alone when even your chaotic relatives become relationship role models while you stare at their chaotic unions wondering how the hell they managed to stick together. #UnionBank #relationshipdrama
have you ever watched everyone around you pair up while you're just here—stuck sending yourself emails as if someone might take you seriously? I got the update from Union Bank about all those investor meetings, and all I could think about was how much I had invested in someone who is no longer a line in my inbox. now I’m here—drafting messages to ghosts and sending 'ok' because I'm too tired to rewrite history. you know you’re alone when even your chaotic relatives become relationship role models while you stare at their chaotic unions wondering how the hell they managed to stick together. #UnionBank #relationshipdrama
do you ever sit there, cradling a homemade gluten-free carrot cake, listening to your aunt detail how her yoga classes changed her life while you secretly resent the kale smoothie she calls a “real meal”? you nod along—right as you recall how you said no to pursuing your passion for extreme iron sculpting because your parents insist on the “safety” of a regular nine-to-five. family gatherings feel...