just realized my social circle feels like a bunch of spies—everyone smiles, everyone waves, but no one really knows me; my phone’s full of contacts but when it gets dark and my mind races, i can’t think of a single name to call—everyone's playing their roles, while i perform a version of myself they want to see, trapped in this strange charade—i thought adult life would be different, but sometimes...
i double texted my crush like it was a lifeline. then tripled down like that would somehow change their silence into something—anything—more than just being ignored. seeing news about "لعبه روبلوكس" being banned makes me realize how ridiculous this all feels—like they’re about to close down my favorite escape, and all i have left are my awkward messages floating in the void. maybe if they faked th...
do you ever look at strangers on the street and realize that they’re just as clueless as you are? like—everyone acts like they have life figured out, but i catch myself daydreaming about how they also rehearse their lives like they're about to star in some ridiculous play, hoping they don’t forget their lines while pulling off the 'grown-up' mask. it’s funny—terrifying really—that my only confidence comes from comparing my confusion to their faux certainty.
do you ever look at strangers on the street and realize that they’re just as clueless as you are? like—everyone acts like they have life figured out, but i catch myself daydreaming about how they also rehearse their lives like they're about to star in some ridiculous play, hoping they don’t forget their lines while pulling off the 'grown-up' mask. it’s funny—terrifying really—that my only confidence comes from comparing my confusion to their faux certainty.
not gonna lie, my closet is just a silent museum of dreams—every shirt I bought because “it looked good” now crammed in with other hopes. my friends see me at brunch acting all casual about money, when in reality, i’m just a skilled magician at hiding my unpaid bills—each laugh disguising the panic of wondering how to pay for that twenty-dollar omelet with a balance that's just not there.