honestly, saw my ex's engagement post and my stomach dropped like a lead balloon; now i’m awkwardly scrolling through their photos while pretending to focus on my job, but yaar, matlab samjho na, the only thing getting engaged here is my sense of denial, because who knew that “moving on” could mean clinging onto leftovers from the buffet of love that was so expired, even the rats wouldn’t touch it...
the way that curling is trending while my heart feels like it’s on the ice—slowly sliding away with nobody there to catch it. all these friendships slipping into the “you’ll never know me” category, yet i see people effortlessly sliding together like they were meant to be. i can call hundreds, but all i really hear is the sound of echoes—just me, my empty couch, and fantasies about launching a cur...
no because the way that family gatherings feel like an INTERROGATION. aaj kal sabne partners dhund liye, and main bas khud se poochta hoon - kya mujhe bhi chahiye? लेकिन घर वाले समझते नहीं, bas भाई, बहन aur चचेरे रिश्तेदारों की तारीफें सुनता हूं। जैसे मैं koi secret samjhta hoon jo sab ko pata nahi hai - मेरे पास अभी एक better life है, सिर्फ वो जानते नहीं।
no because the way that family gatherings feel like an INTERROGATION. aaj kal sabne partners dhund liye, and main bas khud se poochta hoon - kya mujhe bhi chahiye? लेकिन घर वाले समझते नहीं, bas भाई, बहन aur चचेरे रिश्तेदारों की तारीफें सुनता हूं। जैसे मैं koi secret samjhta hoon jo sab ko pata nahi hai - मेरे पास अभी एक better life है, सिर्फ वो जानते नहीं।
i literally overheard a coworker bragging about their new place like it’s all sunshine and rainbows, and here i am staring at my ceiling, hoping it won’t collapse before payday. every month is like a cruel game show where the prize is to see how far i can stretch my last few dollars. like, no one talks about how exhausting it is to fake this "everything is fine" persona when, honestly, i'm jugglin...