ever catch yourself rearranging the spice rack for the fifth time in a week? i did it to avoid calling anyone. friends turned into mere faces in my contact list, their numbers like old wallpaper that doesn't stick. sometimes, while i’m cooking for one, i pretend the garlic and thyme are my only allies. it's funny, really, how you can feel so lost in a crowd of strangers you've known forever.
last night, I found myself staring at my dusty guitar. I used to pour my soul into those strings. now it just sits there, collecting more memories than I care to count. I can call hundreds of people, but none who'd care if I picked it up again. maybe if I pretend I don’t care, I won't notice the loneliness creeping in. I don't know when creating art became an act of defiance against isolation, but...
yooo, you ever think about that one time in elementary school when you corrected the teacher about a math problem, and everyone just stared at you like you confessed to murder? bruh, now i replay it like it's the Super Bowl of embarrassment, imagining how much cooler i could've been if i just kept my mouth shut. now i’m there at 3 AM, daydreaming about giving speeches to a room full of strangers about how i didn't even like math, and still, that day haunts me. the way the principal chuckled was a full-on betrayal, man. the best part? nobody remembers, but i'm still like, "you wait, one day you'll ALL see the genius in my eighth-grade reasoning!"
yooo, you ever think about that one time in elementary school when you corrected the teacher about a math problem, and everyone just stared at you like you confessed to murder? bruh, now i replay it like it's the Super Bowl of embarrassment, imagining how much cooler i could've been if i just kept my mouth shut. now i’m there at 3 AM, daydreaming about giving speeches to a room full of strangers about how i didn't even like math, and still, that day haunts me. the way the principal chuckled was a full-on betrayal, man. the best part? nobody remembers, but i'm still like, "you wait, one day you'll ALL see the genius in my eighth-grade reasoning!"
yoo, so I just heard about the whole ISL rebranding drama and it got me thinking - while clubs are rebranding and figuring things out, here I am, stuck in the same loop. saw my cousin turn their tiny home into an Insta paradise, and I can barely find time to cook my own meals between endless studying and my side gig. हर बार यही लगता है, like everyone is upgrading their lives but I'm just playing c...