last night, I turned down a chance to be in a documentary about the “uttarakhand jhanki in republic day twenty twenty-six” because I thought it would lead nowhere. then today, I woke up to see the same director announcing the lead role was given to someone else. they literally looked so good in the teaser, now I'm just spiraling and questioning all my life choices. if they don't hire me for the se...
it's not that i’m desperate—it's just that i have an entire speech ready for when i get the call about winning a baking competition that does not exist. i even visualized my hair blowing in the wind while my imaginary audience claps—i could taste the non-existent trophy— i practiced crying fake happy tears. then my oven just broke—guess that is fate's way of saying i should stop manifesting sourdo...
i checked the weather app for the third time today, even though i already know i’m not going outside. the rain hasn’t changed. the sky is still the same shade of depressing gray. but just in case, you know, the sun magically appears and i miss my chance to bask in it, or something. honestly, it’s like waiting for a text that never comes... just a daily ritual of despair.
i checked the weather app for the third time today, even though i already know i’m not going outside. the rain hasn’t changed. the sky is still the same shade of depressing gray. but just in case, you know, the sun magically appears and i miss my chance to bask in it, or something. honestly, it’s like waiting for a text that never comes... just a daily ritual of despair.
was checking the latest updates on "dhurandhar ott" like it's a personal diary of my life. my crush just posted a story about their plans to watch it, and here i am, literally still spiraling over the last text i sent them last week. as if knowing they're into this blockbuster somehow translates into "you should definitely notice me" territory. guess it’s time to reanalyze every interaction we’ve ...