it is literally three a.m. and I just realized I forgot to send back that thing I borrowed weeks ago. it's been sitting on my kitchen table, mocking me, like a relic of the past when I had friends who called just to see how I was. now I scroll through hundreds of contacts on my phone, and it hits me; I have nobody to call. honestly, I could literally disappear for weeks, and the silence would bare...
it's 3am and i'm sitting here replaying the moment i accidentally hearted my own message, wondering if anyone else feels just as invisible as i do, like jos buttler talking about how the pressure affects his game but like, can we talk about how nobody asks me if i’m okay, not really? with hundreds of contacts, it's a joke that i have to convince myself i’m not alone while i scroll through empty te...
the way that sometimes you catch yourself staring at your phone, scrolling through names that don’t feel like anything anymore. no, because it used to mean something, didn’t it? now it’s just a list of faces, places, and voices fading into the background noise of adult life. who do you call when you're low, when the loneliness sets in, and all you hear are echoes of laughter that used to feel warm? the isolation is real. feeling like you’re surrounded by hundreds yet still somehow alone in a crowd. how did the people who knew you best become the strangers you wish you could reach out to, but don’t?
the way that sometimes you catch yourself staring at your phone, scrolling through names that don’t feel like anything anymore. no, because it used to mean something, didn’t it? now it’s just a list of faces, places, and voices fading into the background noise of adult life. who do you call when you're low, when the loneliness sets in, and all you hear are echoes of laughter that used to feel warm? the isolation is real. feeling like you’re surrounded by hundreds yet still somehow alone in a crowd. how did the people who knew you best become the strangers you wish you could reach out to, but don’t?
bruh, it’s wild. every time rishtedaar asks me about my job, I’m just sitting there, doing mental gymnastics to dodge the truth. yaar, matlab samjho na, I got laid off months ago, and घर वाले समझते नहीं. it feels like I’m supposed to present my life like Sharma ji ka beta who’s on Mars while I’m just over here scrolling through job sites, pretending it’s all good.