wait, is it weird that hearing about prices dropping made me think about how my entire life feels like it's in free fall too? I used to collect things, you know, small meaningful tokens. now, I just stare at dusty shelves and remember how excited I was for little moments that seem meaningless. who am I trying to impress with memories if I can’t even find joy in what I have? #HargaEmasAnjlok #Exist...
i woke up this morning to that news about philip mampad. as someone who’s always had to walk the line of staying quiet, being invisible, it really makes me think about how toxic men often hide behind jobs or positions. meanwhile, here i am, thirty and still living at home, while people expect me to just smile and play my part. the absurdity hits me like a truck. maybe my biggest fear isn’t being b...
it's not that i don't care about what happened with philip mampad. it's just that it hits differently when you realize your life is more about managing the ghosts of friendships you never bothered to keep. scrolling through wedding videos while knowing you're one call away from an existential crisis but the only people who used to care are now mere reflections of your past. suddenly, the weight of isolation feels heavier than anything that happened to that girl. hundreds of contacts, but still, nobody really sees you. that haunting thought sticks – am i more alone than she was? #PhilipMampad #loneliness
it's not that i don't care about what happened with philip mampad. it's just that it hits differently when you realize your life is more about managing the ghosts of friendships you never bothered to keep. scrolling through wedding videos while knowing you're one call away from an existential crisis but the only people who used to care are now mere reflections of your past. suddenly, the weight of isolation feels heavier than anything that happened to that girl. hundreds of contacts, but still, nobody really sees you. that haunting thought sticks – am i more alone than she was? #PhilipMampad #loneliness
day 47 of scrolling through my contacts, realizing the only people I can call are the ones who never really knew me. it’s like that toxic workplace—everyone smiles and laughs while tearing each other apart behind closed doors. sometimes I think about reaching out, but what’s the point? you ever feel so alone that even the thought of sharing your burden seems pointless? yeah, kind of like that food...