it's not that I lied, it's just that I literally told everyone I have a podcast about self-improvement. and by everyone, I mean like three people, including my boss. but here’s the kicker: I never recorded a single episode. I've spent countless hours making a playlist of hypothetical arguments I might have on that podcast with celebrity guests who will literally never be there. I’m about to crash ...
have you ever felt like you're living in a reality show where every family gathering is a chance to showcase how you measure up against everyone else? my cousins are doctors and my siblings are constantly winning awards—then there's me, the playlist curator for people who never ask. it’s like my parents don’t get that their proud smiles don’t cover the weight of my disappointments—no one ever asks...
literally no one talks about the emptiness of having a hundred friends and not one of them knows you. actually, my phone is full of contacts but when the lights go down and I’m left alone, nobody calls. everyone cheers for my ex while they date my friend, and here I am, just a ghost at my own life’s party.
literally no one talks about the emptiness of having a hundred friends and not one of them knows you. actually, my phone is full of contacts but when the lights go down and I’m left alone, nobody calls. everyone cheers for my ex while they date my friend, and here I am, just a ghost at my own life’s party.
scrolled through hundreds of contacts today, and realized, not a single name felt right to call. everyone is either celebrating a wedding or posting their happily-ever-after. here i am, alone, feeling like an outsider looking in, wondering if anyone even remembers me. nobody understands this emptiness, ya know? it’s like i’m trapped in a room filled with voices, but they can’t hear me scream. #Eng...