wait, so i just watched that short track thing with arianna fontana, and suddenly, i’m reflecting on how my old skating crew turned into strangers. we used to bond over bruised knees and pizza, now it’s all corporate jobs and small talk. i have hundreds of contacts but nobody i’d call in the dark hours. it’s like, my gold medal for adulthood is just a shiny veneer over isolation. even she can achi...
it’s 2am and i'm scrolling through the news about machida zelvia winning, feeling strangely empty. their success reminds me how little i've accomplished lately. maybe if i spent less time scrolling and more time chasing goals, i wouldn’t be just another face in the crowd, waiting for someone else to score for me. the bitter taste of resentment isn't just for their win; it's for every missed opport...
i recently added up how much i spent on subscriptions i totally forgot about. it’s a small fortune that could have bought me FRIENDS, or at least the chance to have meaningful conversations with strangers on the bus. instead, i have all these apps that cater to my loneliness while reminding me just how EMPTY my contact list feels. how ironic is it that in a world filled with connections, i find myself talking to a cartoon dog in an app more than i call someone who actually knows me?
i recently added up how much i spent on subscriptions i totally forgot about. it’s a small fortune that could have bought me FRIENDS, or at least the chance to have meaningful conversations with strangers on the bus. instead, i have all these apps that cater to my loneliness while reminding me just how EMPTY my contact list feels. how ironic is it that in a world filled with connections, i find myself talking to a cartoon dog in an app more than i call someone who actually knows me?
yaar, matlab samjho na, everyone is paired up like they found the best player for the T20 World Cup while I’m stuck in the dugout, watching. like my last relationship was a huge run-out. did I even contribute anything? feels like I built my whole game around someone else, and now? I can't even afford a single entry ticket to my own life. seeing my cousins rolling in their new cars, it's like they’...