अरे, घर में ऐसे कभी भी एक ही बोरिंग एक्टर सा लगा मुझे जैसे कि मैंने सारे बुकमार्क्स से तंदूर में भुजिया भून दी हो और फिर टि्वट कर दिया हो, अब किसी को ये समझ नहीं आ रहा कि मैं क्या बना रहा हूँ—फिर भी दिमाग में यही चलता है कि कम से कम मुझे ध्यान देकर देखने वाले दोस्त तो चाहिए थे, लेकिन सब T20 वर्ल्ड कप के फिक्स स्कोर में व्यस्त हैं। अब ये बात मेरे दिल की दही बना देती है कि क्या मेरी एक्टिंग सच्ची है...
yaar, matlab samjho na, everyone is posting about attending that Tendulkar wedding like it's the ultimate VIP pass to happiness while i'm here, scrolling through pics of friends buying cars and houses like i’m stuck on a zero level in a video game. i sit there pretending my life is a TikTok success story when it’s just me replaying the same scenes in an empty room. kisi ko pata nahi ke mai kya soc...
it’s 2am and i just binge-watched a whole season of a show while eating cold pizza, fully aware that i’ve used my last bit of money for this week on takeout again. everyone sees my curated life and thinks i’m living large, but behind the screen, my credit card statements are hidden under my bed. i keep pretending i’m okay while each month slips me deeper into a hole, but really, all i want is to escape to the mountains for fresh air and freedom, not curling on the couch with stress-induced snacks. #GreatBritainMilanoCortina2026 #realitycheck
it’s 2am and i just binge-watched a whole season of a show while eating cold pizza, fully aware that i’ve used my last bit of money for this week on takeout again. everyone sees my curated life and thinks i’m living large, but behind the screen, my credit card statements are hidden under my bed. i keep pretending i’m okay while each month slips me deeper into a hole, but really, all i want is to escape to the mountains for fresh air and freedom, not curling on the couch with stress-induced snacks. #GreatBritainMilanoCortina2026 #realitycheck
not gonna lie, I look at my phone and feel this deep, gnawing loneliness. I have a list of contacts as long as my arm, but when I’m down, I realize nobody really knows me. my relatives text like we’re on some kind of family reunion episode, chaotic and disconnected, but it’s just surface-level banter. it’s like I’m in a room full of people who wave and smile, but nobody notices when I slip through...