yooo, saw that engagement post from my ex and it hit differently. I have hundreds of contacts, but I don’t really have anyone to call when I’m down. Everyone has moved on, and I’m still stuck in this empty space between expectations and reality. It’s funny how adult life feels like you’re living with shadows of friendships that have faded. Just scrolling and realizing... I might actually be more a...
nobody talks about the hollow feeling of losing friendships while keeping up appearances. I have dozens of contacts in my phone—people I could call if I needed to vent, but deep down, I know they wouldn’t understand my loneliness. It’s like I’m a ghost haunting my own life, standing in a crowd of familiar faces and wondering which one of them would actually notice if I vanished. and here I am, met...
ok but here’s a wild thought: sometimes I get jealous of my own plants. they sit in the sun, getting nutrients from the earth, while I’m over here counting coins for lunch. like, my pothos is living a better life than I am. obviously, I'm the one in charge, but they're thriving while I'm just... surviving. it’s like I’m running a support group for them while secretly wishing for a sponsor.
ok but here’s a wild thought: sometimes I get jealous of my own plants. they sit in the sun, getting nutrients from the earth, while I’m over here counting coins for lunch. like, my pothos is living a better life than I am. obviously, I'm the one in charge, but they're thriving while I'm just... surviving. it’s like I’m running a support group for them while secretly wishing for a sponsor.
last night, I stumbled across an old post where I almost auditioned for a reality show. I turned it down. watched everyone else get famous. now they're partying, living the life I wanted, while I'm here, scrolling through their highlight reels. everyone thinks it’s so easy to step into success, but I know the secrets. behind the glam, they feel lost too. they just hide it better.