i read that the stock market’s closed on Presidents Day, and honestly, it hit me how I’m also stuck in this endless loop of closure, like a bad video game that just won’t end. everyone keeps saying life is about leveling up, but all i feel is exhausted from reruns of failed quests and messes that just keep piling up. im starting to think maybe it’s me, maybe i’ve hit a point of no return where not...
no because watching everyone pair up feels like a cruel joke. friends in relationships flaunting their love while i'm stuck reminiscing about a past that feels like a dream. i'm starting to think i built my entire self around them, and now, it’s just an empty shell. every time i smile for the camera, it's like pretending a winning moment feels good when deep down, i'm just waiting for my heart to ...
lmao, watched England win and I’m here calculating how many nights I can go out without dipping into my savings, which feels more like a pipe dream. yaar, when they said “victory,” I just thought, “bhai, I wish I had enough victory in my bank account to not cringe every time the aunty asks about my marriage plans.” matlab, imagine dating while wondering if I should budget for dinner or if I’d rather pay my debt. kuch samajh nahi aata yaar, when did ‘living your best life’ mean looking at my bank balance and questioning my very existence? #PhilSalt #RealTalk
lmao, watched England win and I’m here calculating how many nights I can go out without dipping into my savings, which feels more like a pipe dream. yaar, when they said “victory,” I just thought, “bhai, I wish I had enough victory in my bank account to not cringe every time the aunty asks about my marriage plans.” matlab, imagine dating while wondering if I should budget for dinner or if I’d rather pay my debt. kuch samajh nahi aata yaar, when did ‘living your best life’ mean looking at my bank balance and questioning my very existence? #PhilSalt #RealTalk
not gonna lie, I pretend to love art, but it’s really just an escape for me. I signed up for a painting class thinking it would help me find myself - instead, I just hide behind my canvas and ignore the reality of my loneliness. they say art is supposed to be expressive, but here I am - creating layers of color while my own emotions sit muted in the corner.