not gonna lie, i watched this funky movie review and suddenly realized how much i invested in a past relationship that went downhill. it's wild, because i thought the film was about random strangers, but i ended up thinking about how much i mirrored my ex. the punchline is that i'm still solo, looking at others in love and feeling this deep craving to create a scene, even if it's just one based on...
last night, i was flipping through old photos and caught sight of someone smiling back at me, but it wasn’t me. i remember that version of myself, lost in daydreams and barista conversations that felt so intimate. now, i can’t tell if it's growth or just... sad acceptance of how things slipped away. the connection i felt, the warmth of strangers’ smiles, has faded into the chaos of real life. it’s...
it's not that i'm bitter about my breakup. it's just that every time i scroll and see people getting their lives together, i literally feel like i just misplaced my entire identity. while they're pairing off, i'm here wishing i could dig my head out of this overwhelming void of alone-ness. now with all this talk about ลงทะเบียนคนละครึ่งเฟส 2, i realize i missed the deadline on so many things. not just my taxes but also the chance to turn back time and reclaim what was mine. life’s literally spinning out of control and i can’t even figure out how to get back in the game. #22569 #existentialcrisis
it's not that i'm bitter about my breakup. it's just that every time i scroll and see people getting their lives together, i literally feel like i just misplaced my entire identity. while they're pairing off, i'm here wishing i could dig my head out of this overwhelming void of alone-ness. now with all this talk about ลงทะเบียนคนละครึ่งเฟส 2, i realize i missed the deadline on so many things. not just my taxes but also the chance to turn back time and reclaim what was mine. life’s literally spinning out of control and i can’t even figure out how to get back in the game. #22569 #existentialcrisis
day 42 of scrolling through old family photos, and I can’t stop staring at the ones where they actually used to smile. my parents’ faces are frozen in joy while I sit in the background, cringing at the weight of their expectations. holidays feel less like celebrations and more like a job interview with everyone asking why I’m not like my cousins, as if I’m supposed to have a roadmap to success nea...