wait, so it’s almost ‘Valentine’s Day’ and I’m over here scrolling through a million acquaintances. friends who became strangers, nobody really cares. I’m surrounded by noise, but I feel this heavy loneliness. I can’t remember the last time someone asked how I truly felt. work could replace me in a heartbeat, and yet I stay loyal to this empty routine. yeah, 'love' sounds cute, but what about REAL...
yooo, so I just saw the match news and it hit me harder than my monthly credit card bill, which is already crying 'please don't' before the due date. Matlab, everyone sees me living the 'safed jooton' life, but bhai, my financial reality is like Pisa trying to stand tall while I’m busy trying not to fall into a pit of student loans. Agar match dekhte dekhte main unke chances ki tarah doob gayi, mu...
sometimes i wonder if i'm the difficult one—like, do people nod politely at my half-baked opinions while secretly planning my social execution? it’s like that time at a party where i thought everyone was looking at me and i waved... but they were actually just staring at the guy behind me who was trying to open a bag of chips without making too much noise. i mean, do i make everything awkward or am i just the unintentional jester of my own one-person show—with no tickets sold, just a lot of crickets...
sometimes i wonder if i'm the difficult one—like, do people nod politely at my half-baked opinions while secretly planning my social execution? it’s like that time at a party where i thought everyone was looking at me and i waved... but they were actually just staring at the guy behind me who was trying to open a bag of chips without making too much noise. i mean, do i make everything awkward or am i just the unintentional jester of my own one-person show—with no tickets sold, just a lot of crickets...
I just heard about this Pisa vs Milan match while sitting at the dinner table. My aunt was grilling me about settling down, and all I could think about was the stress of my last paycheck barely covering rent. The gap between what she thinks my life is and the truth is like the scoreline of a game I can’t even afford to watch. Everyone thinks I’m just coasting, but honestly, it feels like I’m runni...