it's not that i don’t care about the match, it’s just that i’ve literally been scrolling through family group chats discussing money and marriage. like how can i enjoy a cricket match when my cousins are literally raking in cash, while i’m here calculating if i can afford the pizza for tonight? my family thinks it’s a breeze but they don't see the tears after every family gathering when everyone k...
bruh, the other day I sat scrolling through my phone. dozens of contacts, yet no one to call. like, all my friends became these familiar strangers I see in my mind but can't reach out to. it's wild how loneliness wraps around you tighter when your favorite memories are now echoes of silence. in a world full of noise, I feel like I’m in a void. the last time I watched a match like this, I was laugh...
wait, have you ever found yourself getting really into painting because it’s cheaper than therapy but now you’re buried under a mountain of half-finished canvases and tubes of paint you forgot how to use? my friends think i’m an “artist” but in reality, i just thought splattering colors could replace my emotional baggage. now, my living room looks like an art supply explosion, and i still cry into my wine over my student loans every month.
wait, have you ever found yourself getting really into painting because it’s cheaper than therapy but now you’re buried under a mountain of half-finished canvases and tubes of paint you forgot how to use? my friends think i’m an “artist” but in reality, i just thought splattering colors could replace my emotional baggage. now, my living room looks like an art supply explosion, and i still cry into my wine over my student loans every month.
i used to think having hundreds of contacts meant i was popular. now, it feels more like a digital graveyard of forgotten connections. my 'best friend' only texts when they need help moving a couch or need my Netflix password. sorry, couch, for thinking i’d have someone to share popcorn with during the bleak nights when the weight of silence gets heavy. i apologize to the walls for wanting company...