have you ever felt like everyone around you is living a movie—while you’re stuck watching the bloopers? friends are out here launching their dream businesses, traveling the world, and here I am, trying to remember the last time I treated myself to a decent lunch. I swear, if I close my eyes and wish hard enough, maybe I will wake up tomorrow with a mansion, a golden retriever, and a glowing Instag...
every time the match time is announced, it feels like another reminder that i’m alone in this chaos. while everyone’s arguing about which team to support, i’m sitting here questioning when i last felt that spark with someone. yaara, when did cheering for a game become more exciting than waiting for a text that never comes? the chaos of cricket brings everyone together, but it only highlights my ow...
i spent an entire bus ride imagining the life of the man sitting across from me. i named him. gave him a family and hopes. it’s funny how i can do that for someone i don’t know, but can’t find anyone to call when my own life feels like a whisper in an empty room. hundreds of contacts, but it seems nobody sees me. it’s ironic that in a world so connected, we still become strangers.
i spent an entire bus ride imagining the life of the man sitting across from me. i named him. gave him a family and hopes. it’s funny how i can do that for someone i don’t know, but can’t find anyone to call when my own life feels like a whisper in an empty room. hundreds of contacts, but it seems nobody sees me. it’s ironic that in a world so connected, we still become strangers.
not gonna lie, i signed up for this pottery class thinking it would be chill and artsy—but all it’s done is remind me how much i miss holding someone's hand, not some cold lump of clay. like, my heart’s been molding itself into this perfect little shape for someone, and yet here i am—sitting at a wheel, covered in mud and feeling so, so alone while everyone else pairs up and whispers sweet nothing...