day 47 of staring at everyone’s wedding anniversary posts while eating instant noodles alone on my couch — yaar, matlab samjho na, all I can think about is how my last 'relationship' was a brief conversation with a stranger on the bus — and not the kind where we exchange numbers, but the kind where I awkwardly looked out the window and pretended to be deeply invested in a tree, hoping no one notic...
last night, i discovered i’m subscribed to six different online yoga classes. like, who even knew? my bank account’s about to file for a restraining order. it feels ridiculous pretending my life is a meditation retreat while secretly counting the ramen noodles. maybe if i sit in a different pose, the universe will send me a money tree. wouldn’t that be nice?
my parents are always praising my cousin for their achievements. but they don’t see the panic attacks hidden behind perfect grades. while everyone is coupling up and moving on, here i am, holding my heart like a collection of fractured memories. yaar, kab tak, matlab, how long until someone actually notices i'm exhausted from carrying everyone else’s burdens and not even remembering what it’s like to be loved? #Sorry #exhausted
my parents are always praising my cousin for their achievements. but they don’t see the panic attacks hidden behind perfect grades. while everyone is coupling up and moving on, here i am, holding my heart like a collection of fractured memories. yaar, kab tak, matlab, how long until someone actually notices i'm exhausted from carrying everyone else’s burdens and not even remembering what it’s like to be loved? #Sorry #exhausted
bruh, scrolling through my phone just now, and realized I have hundreds of contacts — yet when it gets heavy, there's not a single person I feel I can reach out to. like, they all think I’m fine because I’ve mastered the art of smiling through everything. every 'happy anniversary' post I see makes me think — it’s all a facade, isn't it? could they ever see the chaos beneath my surface? #Anniversar...