honestly, my world was all about gaming and I thought I was thriving until the last tournament got cancelled. every evening spent grinding feels empty now - like I’m a pro player without a team. matlab, I used to think I could rely on that adrenaline for happiness, but now it's just me staring at a screen, lost. hai na, feels like I’ve been benched from life. #Colombo #GamingConfessions
...and if they ever find my notes app, they would think I’m delusional. Like, why do I have detailed plans for how I’ll spend my time as the world’s first invisible astronaut, circling Mars and making friends with aliens? I even wrote a heartfelt letter to a non-existent intergalactic pet. There are days I wish it were true—just to escape this weird monotony, but I can’t shake this thought... what...
not gonna lie, i’ve been holding onto a pair of black shoes for the last three years. they’re the ones I planned to wear to a funeral for someone I barely knew. but that’s just the thing, I keep staying in this weird loop of regret and unfinished conversations, like it’s somehow respectful to be prepared. every time I look at them, it feels like I’m watching my social life slip away while I drown in the guilt of who I’ve avoided, just waiting for a tragedy to put those shoes to use. honestly, it’s darkly hilarious and a little ridiculous, but I guess I’m just not ready to face the day when those shoes finally see the light.
not gonna lie, i’ve been holding onto a pair of black shoes for the last three years. they’re the ones I planned to wear to a funeral for someone I barely knew. but that’s just the thing, I keep staying in this weird loop of regret and unfinished conversations, like it’s somehow respectful to be prepared. every time I look at them, it feels like I’m watching my social life slip away while I drown in the guilt of who I’ve avoided, just waiting for a tragedy to put those shoes to use. honestly, it’s darkly hilarious and a little ridiculous, but I guess I’m just not ready to face the day when those shoes finally see the light.
honestly, i saw the election results and felt a sick twist in my stomach because while the world is talking about changing tides, i’m here drowning in a corporate job i hate, pretending to be someone who cares, dreaming about a life that looks like those flashy campaigns. like, literally, if my salary were a political candidate, it wouldn’t even get the popular vote. while they throw money at camp...