why is it that i can scroll through my phone and see hundreds of names but still feel so alone? saw the news about jericho sims starting without rollins and it hit me hard. it’s like watching my own life fall apart. friends turned strangers, relationships that flicker and fade, and now nobody knows when i need a pick-me-up. it’s been a long time since someone just asked how i was doing, and maybe ...
no because i just realized my spotify wrapped is basically my psychological evaluation. like, it’s all sad pop and break-up anthems. makes me question every smile i faked at work this year. should i be celebrating Valentine’s Week or sitting with my therapist unpacking why i vibe with songs about despair? it’s like a twisted reminder of my love life… or lack thereof. #TodayWhatDay #LoveInDarkPlace...
honestly, valentine’s day feels like an episode of a reality show where everyone else has a diamond ring and i’m over here just hoping to find loose change in my couch cushions. ghar wale poochte hain kyun nahi mil rahi shaadi, par unhe ye nahi pata ki main toh kisi emergency expense ke liye bhi budget kar raha hoon. bas ye mehsoos hota hai ki sabko lagta hai mere paas sab kuch hai, jab ki main sirf payment deadlines par jee raha hoon. khud se keh raha hoon ki ek din sab kuch thik hoga, lekin abhi tak toh just surviving hai. #ValentineDayToday #StrugglingReality
honestly, valentine’s day feels like an episode of a reality show where everyone else has a diamond ring and i’m over here just hoping to find loose change in my couch cushions. ghar wale poochte hain kyun nahi mil rahi shaadi, par unhe ye nahi pata ki main toh kisi emergency expense ke liye bhi budget kar raha hoon. bas ye mehsoos hota hai ki sabko lagta hai mere paas sab kuch hai, jab ki main sirf payment deadlines par jee raha hoon. khud se keh raha hoon ki ek din sab kuch thik hoga, lekin abhi tak toh just surviving hai. #ValentineDayToday #StrugglingReality
day 12 of pretending my favorite shirt isn't a little too tight—every time I put it on, it’s like wearing a reminder of all the takeout I didn't need. I scroll past influencer posts where they flaunt effortless styles, while I’m over here shoving my wallet in the back of the closet—hoping it won't hear my stomach growling for the third night in a row. at some point, waiting for someone to save me ...