ngl, i had a meltdown when i found out luka berulava is dating my imaginary soulmate. lowkey, i spent two hours researching every article on figure skating while crying into my cereal, convinced they’d have a fairy tale life i could never compete with. turns out, my true competition is a fictional romance that lives in my head. so here i am, trapped in the eternal spiral of comparing my real life ...
yooo, कभी-कभी सोचता हूँ कि मेरी ज़िंदगी का सबसे बड़ा एंटरटेनमेंट ये है कि मैं कैसे खुद को convince करता हूँ कि सब ठीक है। लोग समझते हैं कि मैं हमेशा partying कर रहा हूँ, जबकि असल में मैं सिर्फ फ्री खाने के लिए जाता हूँ और एक मिनिट में बचत करने की कोशिश कर रहा हूँ। यह क्या है यार, कोई समझता नहीं...
i literally told my friends i couldn't hang out because of a “family obligation” when in reality, i was just sitting on my couch in my pajamas, binging shows, feeling completely invisible and too broke to join them. the truth is, it's exhausting putting on this mask when all i really want is to be honest about how alone and out of touch i feel. #loneliness #honesty
i literally told my friends i couldn't hang out because of a “family obligation” when in reality, i was just sitting on my couch in my pajamas, binging shows, feeling completely invisible and too broke to join them. the truth is, it's exhausting putting on this mask when all i really want is to be honest about how alone and out of touch i feel. #loneliness #honesty
it's not that i have a secret—it’s just that i’m a bystander in someone else's wreckage. my friend thinks their partner is the one who’s unfaithful. but what if they knew that I had the proof that could SHATTER everything? and the truth is, I can't tell them because my own skeletons might escape the closet too. i feel like a ghost—haunting, holding all this heavy truth while secretly wishing I cou...