i just realized that the neighbor thinks i’m rich. like, RICH rich. and i'm here counting my loose change in a cereal bowl — trying to stretch that last two-dollar bill into a full meal like it's a magic trick. he waved at me, talking about investments like i'm playing Monopoly while drowning in my own lack of a safety net. the truth? i can’t remember the last time i bought something that didn’t h...
wait. my relatives think i'm rolling in it because i wore a nice shirt to Thanksgiving. meanwhile, my closet is filled with the same two outfits i keep rotating to look "put together." honestly, if they knew about the leftover ramen in my pantry and my plan to use expired coupons like a game show contestant just to scrape by, they'd probably start inviting me over for more free meals instead. so h...
...and then I realized—when did everyone turn into a ghost? I mean, one minute we were all sharing our weirdest food combos, and now I scroll through hundreds of contacts like I’m rifling through an abandoned phonebook. The other day, I stood in my kitchen, spooning peanut butter straight from the jar at eleven p.m., and the silence felt like an audience—like they were all judging me from the other side of the screen. It’s funny how I can feel so surrounded, yet so invisible—like I’m waiting for someone to just knock and say “Hey, I see you.” But it never happens, and here I am—living like a quirky background character in a movie that nobody wants to watch.
...and then I realized—when did everyone turn into a ghost? I mean, one minute we were all sharing our weirdest food combos, and now I scroll through hundreds of contacts like I’m rifling through an abandoned phonebook. The other day, I stood in my kitchen, spooning peanut butter straight from the jar at eleven p.m., and the silence felt like an audience—like they were all judging me from the other side of the screen. It’s funny how I can feel so surrounded, yet so invisible—like I’m waiting for someone to just knock and say “Hey, I see you.” But it never happens, and here I am—living like a quirky background character in a movie that nobody wants to watch.
last night, I heard someone casually mention the election commission. everyone seems to be so excited, talking about voting and connections. I couldn’t help but think, nobody really knows I got laid off months ago. it’s like I’m surrounded by people, but deep down, I’m so alone, disconnected, pretending to be okay. yaan, matlab samjho na, people get these big moments, but here I am just fading int...