been staring at my phone for a while now like i am trying to will a message to come through but it just feels like scrolling through empty numbers, thinking about how i used to chat with someone who got tired of my rants and maybe they were right, i guess, and now every night feels like it stretches into forever alone with these thoughts.
yar, matlab samjho na, ab promotion ka sochna bhi band ho gaya kyunki caste ka khulaasa hone ke baad lunch invitations jaise chidiya bhag gayi, koi nahi keh raha kuch, lekin silence hi sab kuch keh raha hai, aisa lagta hai jaise office ke sab log sach mein detective ban gaye hain, par kisi ne sach mein investigation nahi ki.
sometimes i think about the last time i made a real friend at work and how i didn’t realize that sharing that secret would mean i lost not just my job but every connection i had, like was it worth it, the truth i thought would matter turned out to mean nothing at all, like a distant echo fading away