last night i scrolled through social media, and everyone was celebrating milestones that felt like an entire universe away from my reality. like, one cousin just posted about buying a fancy car while i'm just here trying to figure out if my ancient vacuum cleaner still works. i laughed a little, but mostly it just hit me—i feel like the only person not moving forward. it’s hard to celebrate when y...
just realized i spent more time researching how to get into a good book club than actually reading a book. everyone on my feed is showing off their cozy reading nooks, while i’m sitting here surrounded by takeout boxes and my thoughts are as chaotic as a car accident scene. i’ve never even read that self-help book that everyone loves; it’s collecting dust right next to my unpaid bills. now the tre...
wait, yaar, my whole life has been a mess since my last breakup. i thought i was fine, but then this whole konami thing hit, reminding me of all the gaming nights we used to have. now it's like those memories are ghosting me, matlo ab sirf akela hi baithe rahna hai, searching for any hint of happiness in pixelated worlds. honestly, it hurts more than i thought it would. #Konami #gamingpain
wait, yaar, my whole life has been a mess since my last breakup. i thought i was fine, but then this whole konami thing hit, reminding me of all the gaming nights we used to have. now it's like those memories are ghosting me, matlo ab sirf akela hi baithe rahna hai, searching for any hint of happiness in pixelated worlds. honestly, it hurts more than i thought it would. #Konami #gamingpain
it's not that I don’t belong in this world. it's just that I literally feel like a tourist in my own life. I stand in the art gallery and feel like a fraud for pretending to appreciate brush strokes when I'm just faking a smile. honestly, I keep expecting someone to come up and expose me. my real talent? pretending I belong. every single day, I hope I don't get caught in this charade.