i just saw maria sakkari's incredible game in Doha, and here i am — sitting alone in my apartment with empty takeout boxes scattered around. my friends are getting engaged, while i can't even manifest a decent first date, yaar. every day feels like a defense strategy against my own loneliness. i mean, matlab, i have hundreds of contacts, but when it comes to deep conversations, nobody really knows...
the way that i smile and nod when people ask about my "successful" life. no one sees the ten dollar balance. the overdraft alerts. living paycheck to paycheck feels like a performance. i scroll through my own texts from a time when “dining out” was not a terrifying idea. sometimes i want to scream: the lavish lifestyle you think i have? it’s all just a facade.
the way that i smile and nod when people ask about my "successful" life. no one sees the ten dollar balance. the overdraft alerts. living paycheck to paycheck feels like a performance. i scroll through my own texts from a time when “dining out” was not a terrifying idea. sometimes i want to scream: the lavish lifestyle you think i have? it’s all just a facade.
yooo, kuch samjho na, jab se dosto ne shaadi ki hai, mehfil toh gayi lekin dil ke kone mein ek khaali pan hai. hundreds of contacts hain, lekin kisi ko bhi wo nahin hai jo bas 'arey kya haal hai' kehne aaye. sab social media pe chillate hain, lekin sab ki kahaniyan mere se milne se khatam ho gayi. and jab maine suna ki UAE ne India ko hara diya, sirf ek hi feeling hui… log kitne asli dost ban gaye...