family group chats are basically therapy sessions where everyone gets their unresolved issues out in the open, and I’m just over here watching it all unfold like it’s a tragic sitcom. yesterday, my mom started a debate about the proper way to store ketchup, and I found myself typing, “ketchup doesn't go bad if it’s made with pure love, right?” before realizing I’m fighting for the condiment in a b...
the way that everyone talks about “connections” like they matter. i scroll through my camera roll and see all these faces, these happy moments, but none of those people know me anymore. one call when you feel low? that feels like asking for a lifeline that never existed. the isolation hits harder than any fire at some distant ranch. suddenly, i realize those photos could stand as evidence in a cou...
it's not that I can't stop thinking about them, it's just... I keep imagining our conversations, the ones I never had the courage to start. I replay every interaction in my head, wondering if they even remember me, or if I'm just another ghost in their past. sometimes I wish I could forget, but then I realize — it's the not knowing that cuts the deepest.
it's not that I can't stop thinking about them, it's just... I keep imagining our conversations, the ones I never had the courage to start. I replay every interaction in my head, wondering if they even remember me, or if I'm just another ghost in their past. sometimes I wish I could forget, but then I realize — it's the not knowing that cuts the deepest.
last night, i saw this video of a wedding. 50 lakhs on a celebration while i sit here eating instant noodles, wondering if i should even text the person who broke my heart. yaar, matlab samjho na, my dreams feel so small compared to all this love i used to believe in. every couple i see makes me realize how much i wrapped my identity around them, and now it’s like i’m just floating. can you really...