day 47 of scrolling through photos of my exes in wedding bliss while i drown in unanswered texts. my phone’s full of contacts but somehow nobody’s free to just hear me vent about how lost i feel in this adult life. it’s like watching a team score goals while i’m sitting in the bleachers wondering how i missed the bus to join them. #FlamengoVsSampaioCorra #lonelinesssucks
literally, every time I scroll, I see another one of my exes getting married, and here I am still trying to figure out if I even like pineapple on pizza. ऐसा लगता है जैसे सब लोग settle कर रहे हैं, और मैं बस खुद को convince कर रही हूँ कि मुझे freedom चाहिए, जबकि internally मैं बस यह सोच रही हूँ कि ये बातें मुझे किस तरह depressed कर रही हैं। हंसी आती है, लेकिन inside I feel like I’m slowly turning i...
day 19 of being voluntold to do this project again—my brain is in a loop like a broken record. the office has a lingering scent of burnt microwave popcorn, and it just fills the empty spaces of my soul. every keystroke feels like a personal attack on my sanity—at this rate, my biggest revenge fantasy is just to turn off my email and disappear.
day 19 of being voluntold to do this project again—my brain is in a loop like a broken record. the office has a lingering scent of burnt microwave popcorn, and it just fills the empty spaces of my soul. every keystroke feels like a personal attack on my sanity—at this rate, my biggest revenge fantasy is just to turn off my email and disappear.
why is it that we bend over backward to fit into someone else's vision of us, only to be met with disappointment? i spent months reworking my entire persona, tossing aside the pieces of myself i thought were unnecessary, all for someone who still looked at me like a puzzle with missing pieces. guess what? they’re still looking for something more. like today’s aaj ka panchang is a constant reminder...