just realized i spent last weekend binge-watching an entire series like it would fix everything, but now here i am, wide awake and staring at my reflection, asking how i got so lost in other people's lives while mine feels like a big, empty room. can anyone else feel the loneliness seep into the silence like an unwelcome guest that won’t leave? why is it easier to lose myself in fake stories than ...
literally, my parents are comparing me to my cousin who got a car after his Golden Eagle training, while I still can’t figure out how to get from my bed to the kitchen without panicking over my life choices. honestly, the only training I’m doing is figuring out how to avoid their questions about my job, while he's probably flying jets. yaar, matlab samjho na, ghar wale samajhte nahi, kya karoon? #...
wait, so everyone's buzzing about tom banton being the X-factor, right? i mean, it's like how everyone's convinced my new 'side hustle' is somehow paying for my endless coffee runs, but i’m actually just reusing the same two bags of chips like some kind of economy wizard—like, who needs gourmet when you've got 'day-old'? it's hilarious really, seeing people talk about victories while you’re out here thinking about what to cut out this month— like do i want fresh breath or rent? that whole show of it all is just like a wild match, and all i can think is, who even knows what's real when you can’t keep track of what's mine and what's borrowed? #TomBanton #struggles
wait, so everyone's buzzing about tom banton being the X-factor, right? i mean, it's like how everyone's convinced my new 'side hustle' is somehow paying for my endless coffee runs, but i’m actually just reusing the same two bags of chips like some kind of economy wizard—like, who needs gourmet when you've got 'day-old'? it's hilarious really, seeing people talk about victories while you’re out here thinking about what to cut out this month— like do i want fresh breath or rent? that whole show of it all is just like a wild match, and all i can think is, who even knows what's real when you can’t keep track of what's mine and what's borrowed? #TomBanton #struggles
not gonna lie, my life feels like a season finale where all my friends have forgotten to show up. they’re living their dreams while i scroll through old group photos, laughing at memories that don’t really mean anything anymore. yaar, matlab samjho na, it’s weird how i can sit alone surrounded by contacts, yet feel completely unseen. it's like everyone's playing for their own team while i watch fr...