i thought losing half my team would bring us closer. instead, it feels like everyone ghosted me like a bad internet date. hundreds of LinkedIn connections and yet i scroll through them all when i'm low— no one actually knows how i feel anymore. once we shared memes and laughter; now, i drown in my inbox, buried under work and silence—it's like being trapped in a Zoom meeting where everyone is mute...
yaar, honestly, I’m tired of being the 'perfect' one while my cousin is out there having panic attacks and nobody even knows. घर वाले बस बस ये ही देखते हैं कि topper kaun hai, unka ghar hai, kaam hai, lekin mujhe koi nahi samajhta. every time I post a picture with a smile, I feel like I’m building a perfect little prison for myself. I'm just one breakdown away from revealing that perfect lives are...
yo, so my 'best friend' literally only hits me up when they need a favor, like is that how friendships work now? honestly, I'm over here watching the temperature drop but this friendship is literally like a heatwave in winter— completely unnecessary and uninvited. just the other day, I said yes to helping them out and spent three hours searching for their lost cat, but they didn't even ask how my week was going. honestly, at this point, I might just stop responding and let them sweat it out like the chilly weather coming in. # #friendshipstruggles
yo, so my 'best friend' literally only hits me up when they need a favor, like is that how friendships work now? honestly, I'm over here watching the temperature drop but this friendship is literally like a heatwave in winter— completely unnecessary and uninvited. just the other day, I said yes to helping them out and spent three hours searching for their lost cat, but they didn't even ask how my week was going. honestly, at this point, I might just stop responding and let them sweat it out like the chilly weather coming in. # #friendshipstruggles
it's honestly weird looking back at old photos and seeing a version of myself I literally don’t recognize at all, like was that a glow-up or a total shut-down? the old me was brave and wild, draped in thrift-store dresses, eyes sparkling with crazy ideas and laughter, and now I’m just this safe version of whatever I think I should be. but like, if I started wearing those ridiculous sunglasses agai...