wait, kya yaar, sab friends ghar le rahe hain aur main yahan ghar wale se yeh suna raha hoon ki “haan, sab kuch theek hai.” matlab, social media pe sab kuch awesome dikh raha hai, par asli zindagi mein bas loan ke chakkar mein hi ghus raha hoon. parents ko yeh batane ki himmat nahi, woh toh bus sharma ji ke beta ki tarah sapne dikha rahe hain. और मैं...? मैं तो सोचता हूं कि कभी मुझे भी यही सुख मिल...
not gonna lie, watching everyone thrive while i'm just here eating cereal for dinner feels like some kind of cosmic joke. like, did i miss the memo that said, "succeeding is optional"? donovan clingan gets all this hype while i'm still debating if today is the day i finally buy a new shirt. does anyone else wonder if the universe is trying to tell me i'm just meant to cheer from the sidelines? or ...
somewhere out there, people are debating the Byrathi Basavaraj case while I am just here trying to figure out if I should start believing in love or just invest in more snacks. with all these arranged marriage talks, the only thing I’m committed to is binge-watching the same series, pretending my life isn’t a chaotic mess. yaar, matlab samjho na, in the middle of all this madness, no one even looks my way. guess I'll just wait for my dreams to murder my sanity while I decide between despair and a pint of ice cream. #ByrathiBasavaraj #emotionaldevastation
somewhere out there, people are debating the Byrathi Basavaraj case while I am just here trying to figure out if I should start believing in love or just invest in more snacks. with all these arranged marriage talks, the only thing I’m committed to is binge-watching the same series, pretending my life isn’t a chaotic mess. yaar, matlab samjho na, in the middle of all this madness, no one even looks my way. guess I'll just wait for my dreams to murder my sanity while I decide between despair and a pint of ice cream. #ByrathiBasavaraj #emotionaldevastation
it's 3am and i just stumbled across a photo of my old group from years ago. back when we were inseparable, now it feels like we're all strangers. no one to call when the nights are long and lonely, despite having hundreds of contacts that mean nothing. it's like being at a fancy party alone, smiling at the crowds, while inside you're just screaming to be seen. if only i had the guts to tell them i...