ever find yourself playing a game you know is literally just wasting your time? like, my coworkers are climbing the corporate ladder while i'm sitting here grinding for levels in a game that promises a reward that NEVER comes. last week, i felt so dedicated, i accidentally called my boss "player one" during a meeting. i mean, in my defense, she did boss me around like we were in a virtual dungeon!...
everyone's talking about حمدي الميرغني's sweet messages to his wife, and it’s like a punch to the gut. you scroll through the comments, seeing all these people celebrating love while my last 'check in' with friends was two months ago. they used to know me, but now, all I get are group texts about weekend plans I’m not invited to, and it stings. hundreds of contacts but nobody picks up when I’m low...
it’s not that i don't want to find love again. it’s just... seeing everyone pair up makes me feel like i'm living in a romcom without the rom or the com. it's like every relationship was written with a script while i’m stuck in the blooper reel, fumbling through awkward moments and rejection. i built my whole world around someone who’s long gone and now all that's left are these remnants of what used to be, like a bookshelf filled with stories i can’t even bear to read anymore. every time i scroll through my feed, i can’t help but wonder if i’ll ever write a new chapter, or if this lonely plot twist is the best i can hope for. sometimes, it just hits me that i might be the person always waiting for the sequel that never comes. #2026 #lostinlove
it’s not that i don't want to find love again. it’s just... seeing everyone pair up makes me feel like i'm living in a romcom without the rom or the com. it's like every relationship was written with a script while i’m stuck in the blooper reel, fumbling through awkward moments and rejection. i built my whole world around someone who’s long gone and now all that's left are these remnants of what used to be, like a bookshelf filled with stories i can’t even bear to read anymore. every time i scroll through my feed, i can’t help but wonder if i’ll ever write a new chapter, or if this lonely plot twist is the best i can hope for. sometimes, it just hits me that i might be the person always waiting for the sequel that never comes. #2026 #lostinlove
wait, but like, when did I turn into a human stress ball? I scroll through social media and see people living their best lives, but inside, I am literally just hiding my credit card bill under a pile of laundry, pretending that I don’t feel like a walking failure. sometimes, I fantasize about becoming a meme—a “can’t even” kind of meme. it's like, while I’m out here trying to figure out how to aff...