yaar, kisi ko pata hai na ki mujhe yaad hai maine last time kab kisi ko sach me call kiya tha? mujhe lagta hai log mujhe dosti karte hain sirf meri social media pictures dekh ke, lekin jab bhi kuch bura hota hai, sab log bhool jaate hain. doston ki itni saari contact list hai, lekin ghar waale samajhte nahi, ya tumhara kisi ke sath "paisa kam hai" ka zikar hi nahi karte. aur ab jab mein "epstein f...
bruh, everyone is talking about صوم يونان and here I am wondering how to make it through a day without losing my mind. my friends are buying houses like it's a clearance sale while I can’t even commit to getting groceries that last the week. it feels like I'm stuck in a rerun of a show everyone else finished seasons ago. how do I take a leap when it feels like I'm still figuring out how to crawl? ...
honestly, i spent two hours on my kitchen floor the other day talking to the last plant i haven’t killed, trying to convince it i’m a good person. it's a little sad when you realize you have more conversations with a ficus than the people in your life. and when your coworker shares your most vulnerable message with the whole team, you start to question if anyone really knows you at all, or if you’re just an extra in their story, drifting like a forgotten snack wrapper...
honestly, i spent two hours on my kitchen floor the other day talking to the last plant i haven’t killed, trying to convince it i’m a good person. it's a little sad when you realize you have more conversations with a ficus than the people in your life. and when your coworker shares your most vulnerable message with the whole team, you start to question if anyone really knows you at all, or if you’re just an extra in their story, drifting like a forgotten snack wrapper...
it's 11:32 at night, and I’m sitting on the kitchen floor, clutching my mom’s coffee cup like it’s a lifeline. she’s on the phone with my dad, both voices crackling with resentment and sorrow. I hate that I’m here, stuck in the middle, listening to them air their grievances like I’m the judge, jury, and… well, maybe I’m also a prisoner of their mess. my throat tightens as I realize I never signed ...