yaar, matlab ab dekho, akshaye khanna aur unka dhurandhar hona sab ke liye celebration hai, par mein apne saathiyon ko dinner join nahi kar pa raha, kyunki 500 ki ahmiyat ab asli lagti hai, bhai, hai na? sabki life achchi hai, woh dost hain jo badi duniya mein struggle nahi karte, par meri khud ki duniya ab ek bekar sa naam hai, jo bhi tha, khatam, matlab, kya kuchh khud par gham na hone se kehne ...
day 47 of watching everyone get paired up while i'm stuck wondering why no one looks my way anymore—yaar, matlab it’s like being invisible in a crowded room. friends are getting engaged, planning their lives, and here i am binge-watching a series alone, half-cackling, half-crying. i overheard a couple discussing wedding plans yesterday, and my stomach turned—do they even know i can’t remember the ...
last night, I stumbled upon a group text where everyone was laughing about an inside joke I don’t even get. I thought we were all close, but apparently I’m just the extra who shows up without lines. I mean, I have hundreds of contacts—but all of them are for those small talk moments when I need to ask what time it is at the coffee shop. there’s an emptiness that creeps in, realizing that nobody knows I still wear the same funeral outfit from when I thought life was a joke. but here I am, keeping it clean for the inevitable 'goodbye'—not even sure who I’m practicing for anymore.
last night, I stumbled upon a group text where everyone was laughing about an inside joke I don’t even get. I thought we were all close, but apparently I’m just the extra who shows up without lines. I mean, I have hundreds of contacts—but all of them are for those small talk moments when I need to ask what time it is at the coffee shop. there’s an emptiness that creeps in, realizing that nobody knows I still wear the same funeral outfit from when I thought life was a joke. but here I am, keeping it clean for the inevitable 'goodbye'—not even sure who I’m practicing for anymore.
honestly, i spent hours doing the math on how much chicken i could buy versus my happiness levels. the realization hit me like a brick—my weekly dinners feature cheap noodles and microwave popcorn while the fancy chicken gets plumped up on social media by influencers. turns out, they’re having fancier dinners than my sad reality. while everyone’s buzzing about falling prices today, i’m just here s...