bruh, sometimes I catch myself wondering if anyone would really like me if they saw the mess underneath the smile. like, are they in love with the shiny version I crafted, or would they run if they knew about the loneliness lurking beneath? I mean, my jokes hit differently when I realize they're just me masking the silence. honestly, what would happen if they got the unfiltered me? probably a horr...
i literally just spent an entire Saturday binge-watching an old sci-fi series, knowing full well nobody in my life could name one of my favorite characters if I asked. my parents popped by unannounced, and for a moment, I panicked thinking, do I even have real friends anymore, or are they all just like background characters in my own life? I’ve got a hundred contacts in my phone, yet I can’t remember the last time I felt seen or known by anyone. is it normal to be so surrounded yet so utterly alone?
i literally just spent an entire Saturday binge-watching an old sci-fi series, knowing full well nobody in my life could name one of my favorite characters if I asked. my parents popped by unannounced, and for a moment, I panicked thinking, do I even have real friends anymore, or are they all just like background characters in my own life? I’ve got a hundred contacts in my phone, yet I can’t remember the last time I felt seen or known by anyone. is it normal to be so surrounded yet so utterly alone?
day 14 of awkward office vibes. my boss literally praised someone else for my idea during the meeting like i wasn’t sitting there sweating through my shirt. it was like when your crush talks about someone else at a party and you pretend to be fine—when inside, you’re planning a whole heist to steal your own concept back. I could just picture it—me in the break room, looking like marie-philip pouli...