yaar, jab sab dosto ki shaadi ho gayi, main soch rahi thi ki valentine's day pe toh maza aayega. par phir dekha, sab couples hai aur main apne youTube playlists ke saath baithe hu, valentine's day par bhi self-care ka chakkar chala rahi hoon. actually, log mujhe kahte hain, “tumhara kya plan hai?” and i'm like “umm, marzipan banane ka?” kya sab aise hi lonely hote hain ya phir ye sirf mera life ka...
literally just checked my bank account and realized how many subscriptions I forgot I was paying for—Netflix, three podcast apps, that one meditation thing I never use, plus an online magazine about deep sea creatures. why do I pay for stuff that doesn’t even make me happy? I might as well just start a monthly donation to my couch—it’s seen more action than half those services. now I'm just starin...
literally every time I hear someone say they miss me, I wonder if they miss the version of me that fits their needs. do they even know who I really am, or is it just the facade I've crafted over years? I feel like a hologram of someone who could be real. sometimes I think I should just vanish and see if anyone notices the difference.
literally every time I hear someone say they miss me, I wonder if they miss the version of me that fits their needs. do they even know who I really am, or is it just the facade I've crafted over years? I feel like a hologram of someone who could be real. sometimes I think I should just vanish and see if anyone notices the difference.
sometimes i wonder if anyone really sees me or just the character i’ve created - you know, the one that laughs at all the wrong jokes and always knows the right things to say. i can feel them all judging my every move, but they don’t know how hollow it feels inside, like an actor waiting for applause that never comes. do they know that when i’m alone, i’m just a bunch of pieces scattered everywher...