i literally sent a heartfelt message to the group chat meant for my ex, and now everyone's like, “who's this about?” like, it’s funny in a tragic way. i have hundreds of contacts but can’t remember the last time someone really checked on me. my playlist for arguments that never happened is getting longer, and yet here i am, alone in a crowded room, feeling like a ghost among friends. i swear, i mi...
watching everyone else post about their new jobs and houses feels like scrolling through a highlights reel of my own failures. yaar, matlab samjho na, i just got laid off and haven’t told a soul. every notification brings someone else's success, and here i am struggling to pay rent, feeling like a ghost in my own life. nobody gets it. i’m supposed to cheer for them, but honestly, a part of me just...
not gonna lie, i saw those diplomats joking about tariffs and suddenly felt even lonelier scrolling through wedding photos. everyone is out here locking down love and i'm just struggling to decide if instant noodles count as dinner again. i mean, at least those debates aren't about who picks up the tab for an overpriced coffee when you've got nothing left to invest in anything... even my friendships are like... do you want to hang out? nah, let’s just stay online instead, it feels... safer, i guess. #SJaishankar #adultingfail
not gonna lie, i saw those diplomats joking about tariffs and suddenly felt even lonelier scrolling through wedding photos. everyone is out here locking down love and i'm just struggling to decide if instant noodles count as dinner again. i mean, at least those debates aren't about who picks up the tab for an overpriced coffee when you've got nothing left to invest in anything... even my friendships are like... do you want to hang out? nah, let’s just stay online instead, it feels... safer, i guess. #SJaishankar #adultingfail
bruh, ever sit down and realize you don’t even know what snack you actually like? like, every time I eat, I’m just mirroring whoever is around me. pizza? cool. salad? sure. but when I'm alone, I just stare at the fridge, judging myself for not even knowing what I want. it's wild to think I can put on a show but can't even decide on chips or popcorn—maybe I need a personality makeover or a snack th...