ok but sometimes I wonder if losing someone meant I just lost the plot too. I built my entire world around their laughter, their quirks, their late-night snacks—then they just... vanished. now I’m watching everyone pair up like I’m on some cruel game show, and I’m still stuck in the waiting room, alone, playing revenge fantasies against my own reflection.
do you ever look at your music playlist and realize it’s just a soundtrack to your sad love life? i used to think i was diverse, but honestly, it’s a spiral of heartbreak songs and late-night cries. the worst part? i pretend those artists are my friends, that they know me better than anyone else ever could. but in reality, they only remind me of the version of myself i lost, the one who danced through life instead of staring at a screen feeling left behind. at least in my fantasy acceptance speech, i win for “best effort” in pretending it doesn’t hurt.
do you ever look at your music playlist and realize it’s just a soundtrack to your sad love life? i used to think i was diverse, but honestly, it’s a spiral of heartbreak songs and late-night cries. the worst part? i pretend those artists are my friends, that they know me better than anyone else ever could. but in reality, they only remind me of the version of myself i lost, the one who danced through life instead of staring at a screen feeling left behind. at least in my fantasy acceptance speech, i win for “best effort” in pretending it doesn’t hurt.
have you ever watched a child’s birthday party where the pinata just won’t break? everyone around you is cheering and laughing, and you’re standing there wondering why you even came. you build your whole life around the promise of someone, literally molding yourself to fit their shape, only to realize the foundation you thought was solid was made of paper. honestly, it’s exhausting to see all thes...