just realized that turning thirty feels like standing at a cliff, peering down into a chasm of uncertainty. did i waste my twenties chasing shadows instead of building something real? sometimes it’s like everyone else has their lives figured out, while i'm still wandering, lost in the chaos of my own thoughts. how did the freedom that once seemed boundless turn into this tightrope of expectations?...
अभी मेरी छोटी बहन की शादी की फोटो देखी। सब लोग अपने अपने जीवनसाथी के साथ बहुत खुश लग रहे हैं। और मैं, यहाँ माँ-पापा के साथ उस फ्लैट में बैठी हूं, जहाँ कभी एक दूसरे के सपने बुनते थे। पता नहीं, क्या हो गया। इस सफर में खुद को इतनी हद तक खो दिया कि अब मुझे खुद का नाम याद नहीं। कब तक यह अकेलापन झेलूं... सोचती हूं, क्या मैं कभी एक बार फिर से प्यार में खुद को पा पाऊंगी? #SwanirvarBangla #AloneButNotLonel...
last night, scrolling through wedding hashtags while my ex’s new girlfriend takes center stage. they look happy. i forgot how much of myself i built around that love, like my identity was an NFT that just got delisted. it feels like everyone’s buying into the couple lifestyle, and im just a sad meme stuck in the same corner of the internet, wondering when i get my update.
last night, scrolling through wedding hashtags while my ex’s new girlfriend takes center stage. they look happy. i forgot how much of myself i built around that love, like my identity was an NFT that just got delisted. it feels like everyone’s buying into the couple lifestyle, and im just a sad meme stuck in the same corner of the internet, wondering when i get my update.
not gonna lie, when the england cricket team plays and pulls off a win, part of me wishes my life had that kind of excitement, you know? meanwhile, I’m over here scrolling through my phone while my cousin is flaunting her overseas job, and I’m debating if I should skip dinner again just to keep pretending I’m fine. everybody sees me smiling but they don’t know I’m constantly counting the days till...