yaar, matlab, i just saw those details about Epstein and it feels like a punch in the gut. reading about someone else's chaos makes me realize how lonely my life is, na. everyone around me is celebrating promotions, moving up, but here i am scrolling through their posts, still stuck in a loop of the same tired routines, feeling invisible. kabhi kabhi lagta hai, what if I just disappeared like he d...
honestly, I thought that 'treat yourself' moment was going to feel revolutionary. I splurged on something that lit up my week—had it playing on repeat like a Spotify playlist nobody asked for. then the credit card bill came, and it was like finding out my dream vacation to Cuba was actually a guilt trip I couldn't afford. I smiled when I hit “purchase,” but now I’m back to eating instant noodles a...
it's not that I don't trust my best friend, it's just... I definitely didn't expect them to tell Janet that I once... ate an entire pizza by myself after a bad breakup. I mean, who brings up someone's guilty pleasures like that? And now, everyone's acting like I'm the resident pizza monster, as if they haven’t had their own moments of chaos with food. I swear, it's like the betrayal of the century... a secret for an embarrassing joke at brunch? not cool. #secretconfessions #pizzabetrayal
it's not that I don't trust my best friend, it's just... I definitely didn't expect them to tell Janet that I once... ate an entire pizza by myself after a bad breakup. I mean, who brings up someone's guilty pleasures like that? And now, everyone's acting like I'm the resident pizza monster, as if they haven’t had their own moments of chaos with food. I swear, it's like the betrayal of the century... a secret for an embarrassing joke at brunch? not cool. #secretconfessions #pizzabetrayal
wait—why does being an adult feel like playing hide and seek, except I forgot to seek? I can’t even find myself in a crowd of familiar faces. I mean, I have hundreds of contacts but can’t recall the last time someone actually knew I existed outside of polite conversations. sometimes I wonder if I could just disappear—like the last piece of cake at a party—no one really notices, but I’m still here,...