last night, I sat in my living room, wrapped in a blanket like it could somehow erase the loneliness. my phone lit up with their new photos, smiling next to someone else. they needed space, but I can't help but feel more like a ghost in my own life, surrounded by a sea of contacts. hundreds of acquaintances but nobody to call when the silence gets too loud, which reminds me… I should probably stop...
honestly, the most stressful part of my month isn’t the rent due date. it’s waiting for my paycheck to hit while I scavenge my couch for coins to afford the five-dollar frozen pizza I swear is a gourmet meal at this point. literally, I can convince myself that I’m just “being frugal” while silently calculating how many cans of beans will get me through until payday, all while my friends rave about...
it's not that I’m jealous or anything... it’s just that I opened Instagram and saw my batchmate getting their second car while I literally just booked a ride on the bus again. I thought, maybe someday I’ll wake up to find my own personal Shavkat Rakhmonov story – you know, overcoming the odds and all that. but then I remember, life is more like tripping over my shoelaces and wishing for a miracle. #ShavkatRakhmonov #lifeswild
it's not that I’m jealous or anything... it’s just that I opened Instagram and saw my batchmate getting their second car while I literally just booked a ride on the bus again. I thought, maybe someday I’ll wake up to find my own personal Shavkat Rakhmonov story – you know, overcoming the odds and all that. but then I remember, life is more like tripping over my shoelaces and wishing for a miracle. #ShavkatRakhmonov #lifeswild
day 47 of watching my exes post wedding photos, and it feels like every scroll brings a fresh dagger. one of them even asked me to be a bridesmaid, matlab, are you serious? it’s like my life turned into a comedy where the punchline is that i'm still figuring out who i am without them. yaar, when did my heart get so heavy with their happiness? meanwhile, here i am still trying to unpack my own feel...