honestly, saw the news about gold prices and for a second thought about pawning my ex’s old ring just to feel like someone in my life still wants me. I can’t even remember the last time anyone gave me a compliment that wasn’t about my "potential." yaar, matlab samjho na, my idea of romantic gestures now includes responding to text messages from my mom. seriously, where did everyone go? #3February2...
it’s three a.m. and i am still scrolling through old photographs—each smiling face in a beautiful hiking landscape or holding up trophies from contests long past—meanwhile my latest adventure was figuring out if “clean your room” counts as an accomplishment. everybody is running marathons, starting businesses, and buying boats, while i can't even find the motivation to finish a video game that's b...
literally just saw a post about those "Jains" at Stanford pretending to be disabled to dodge the meal plan. it hit me hard, honestly. when did faking an identity become easier than finding real connection? my phone’s buzzing with hundreds of contacts, but on a low day, I still stare at the wall like it's my therapist. I thought growing up meant building connections, not burying the past like an old cringe meme. maybe my trust issues run deeper than my Wi-Fi signal. #Jains #adultingishard
literally just saw a post about those "Jains" at Stanford pretending to be disabled to dodge the meal plan. it hit me hard, honestly. when did faking an identity become easier than finding real connection? my phone’s buzzing with hundreds of contacts, but on a low day, I still stare at the wall like it's my therapist. I thought growing up meant building connections, not burying the past like an old cringe meme. maybe my trust issues run deeper than my Wi-Fi signal. #Jains #adultingishard
i just saw that Ant McPartlin bought a mansion while my coworker - you know, the one who spends half the day scrolling on their phone - got promoted above me. all my friends are posting pictures of their new houses and flashy cars. meanwhile, i'm sitting in my tiny apartment, eating leftover takeout, wondering how i even ended up here—left behind like last season's clothes. it’s like i’m in a neve...