it's not that I don’t know basic facts, it's just that I literally caught myself googling how to properly fold a fitted sheet. like, why is it so complicated? I feel like I should just throw it in the closet and hope it doesn't judge me. it's just a sheet, yet here I am, on the verge of a meltdown over the elusive corners.
honestly, when i saw the news about tim tszyu's big fight, it hit differently. while everyone is hyping up the hype, i’m over here wondering if my sacrifices were even worth it. kuchh doston ko laga mera life glam hai, but they don’t see me struggling, counting every penny, wondering if I made the right choices to be here. meri har khushi ke piche ek darr chhupa hai, will i ever feel secure? #TimT...
last night, i stumbled across an old book from college. you know, the kind that smells like dreams and youthful hopes. as i flipped through the pages, memories rushed back—late nights filled with laughter, midnight plans we never followed through on. it hit me that maybe… maybe i was always more invested in those memories than in the reality of now. and then i saw the texts—those stupid, secret messages, little echoes of someone else. it stings… to realize you can be surrounded by someone yet still feel so painfully alone.
last night, i stumbled across an old book from college. you know, the kind that smells like dreams and youthful hopes. as i flipped through the pages, memories rushed back—late nights filled with laughter, midnight plans we never followed through on. it hit me that maybe… maybe i was always more invested in those memories than in the reality of now. and then i saw the texts—those stupid, secret messages, little echoes of someone else. it stings… to realize you can be surrounded by someone yet still feel so painfully alone.
ever feel like everyone you know is living in a rom-com while you’re stuck in a tragedy? my relatives are thriving—new cars, fancy vacations, the whole Instagram highlight reel—while I’m just trying to remember where I put my keys. it’s like every time I scroll, there’s another “look at me” post while I’m still here—an extra in my own life. I start to wonder if I somehow forgot to RSVP to the part...