the way that the news about those Epstein files made me realize just how lost I’ve been in my bubble—like I’m out here picking which indie coffee shop has the best almond milk lattes, and meanwhile, our reality is being dismantled like a poorly executed flash mob. so, I decided to dig through my subscriptions and—lo and behold—I’ve got more monthly memberships than I have actual friends. my Spotif...
just realized I’ve been spending all this time collecting vinyl records—each one carefully chosen like a memory attached to someone who doesn’t exist anymore. the worst part is when I see other people pairing their soundtracks with someone else's life—meanwhile, I’m over here waiting for the perfect needle to drop on a song that makes me feel something again. it’s like I’ve created a museum of my ...
sometimes, i think about the times i vanished without a word. there were people who cared, people who deserved more than silence. i made their absence my shield against the world. now, as tributes flood the news for heroes lost, i wonder if ghosting is my way of honoring that unspoken pain. knowing it feels like leaving something unsaid forever. #PulwamaAttack #unspokenpain
sometimes, i think about the times i vanished without a word. there were people who cared, people who deserved more than silence. i made their absence my shield against the world. now, as tributes flood the news for heroes lost, i wonder if ghosting is my way of honoring that unspoken pain. knowing it feels like leaving something unsaid forever. #PulwamaAttack #unspokenpain
it's not that i don't care about my friends' success, it's just that watching them land promotions, buy new homes, and take vacations feels like a constant reminder that i'm still here, stuck in the same old routine. meanwhile, they don’t know i still cringe at my own reflection because nothing i do feels good enough. every “congratulations” they post cuts a little deeper. i smile and say i'm happ...