sometimes i sit in silence, scrolling through old messages from my best friend. yaad hai na, how we used to dream about life together before their wedding? matlab, now they’re living a new life, and i’m here, missing the old one, feeling like a ghost in our own friendship. it’s weird, but that film "O Romeo" kinda hit me; it’s like watching someone else’s love story unfold while i’m stuck in an ar...
wait, everyone’s talking about ‘O Romeo’ but here I am, pretending my life isn’t a tragedy. yaar, matlab samjho na, every month feels like an episode of a bad drama. I look fine, but behind closed doors, it’s bills piling up like scripts no one wants to read. I feel like I’m trapped in a bad remake where nobody thinks I’m struggling, but honestly, the only climax I’m reaching is checking my accoun...
ok but you ever accidentally find out that your entire family has an irrational fear of llamas? like, I stumbled upon this when I was browsing through old family albums and saw my grandma crying at a petting zoo. apparently, it all started when my uncle’s high school mascot was a llama and he took a face dive into its fluffy side. now every family gathering involves at least one person loudly discussing how much they can’t stand llamas while the rest nod in solidarity. i always thought my fear of commitment was my biggest red flag, but turns out it's inherited trauma from the llama fiasco.
ok but you ever accidentally find out that your entire family has an irrational fear of llamas? like, I stumbled upon this when I was browsing through old family albums and saw my grandma crying at a petting zoo. apparently, it all started when my uncle’s high school mascot was a llama and he took a face dive into its fluffy side. now every family gathering involves at least one person loudly discussing how much they can’t stand llamas while the rest nod in solidarity. i always thought my fear of commitment was my biggest red flag, but turns out it's inherited trauma from the llama fiasco.
just realized that missing dinner with friends feels like losing a final match. they won't understand why I'm sitting home counting my limited cash while everyone else is out there enjoying life. honestly, it feels like being a player on the bench during the derby – so close, yet so far. but hey, at least I can cheer for Inter from my couch, right? #InterVsJuventus #StrugglesOfADeservingLife