everybody is buzzing about the royal scandal like it doesn't matter what happens behind closed doors, meanwhile i'm juggling bills with family responsibilities – it’s like my whole life is just a big show, pretending to smile while living paycheck to paycheck and hiding every ounce of stress beneath a mask. honestly, the only difference between me and pangeran william is that my drama is real and ...
bruh, saw the news about the gta v multiplayer getting shut down, and here I am drowning in family expectations, yaar. every gathering feels like an interrogation where they ask when I’ll be successful like my cousin flaunting his foreign salary, matlab seriously, some understanding wouldn’t hurt. all I want is to play a game and escape for a bit, but nah, I’m just here wondering if I’m the only o...
ok but sometimes i wonder if my obsession with old records is just a way of holding onto moments that never really existed. like, i build these elaborate narratives around songs, imagining who i might have shared them with if things had gone differently. then i hear a track that makes me feel something deep, and suddenly i’m convinced the universe is sending me signs that i should just let go. but when that record stops spinning, and the silence hits… i can’t help but feel more alone than ever. #lostlove #melancholymusic
ok but sometimes i wonder if my obsession with old records is just a way of holding onto moments that never really existed. like, i build these elaborate narratives around songs, imagining who i might have shared them with if things had gone differently. then i hear a track that makes me feel something deep, and suddenly i’m convinced the universe is sending me signs that i should just let go. but when that record stops spinning, and the silence hits… i can’t help but feel more alone than ever. #lostlove #melancholymusic
day 47 of pretending to care about my neighbor's yard. i have secretly taken pleasure in watching their hydrangeas wilt. do they think anyone really admires their obsessive pruning? is it weird that part of me hopes they lose the whole garden just to feel better about my unkempt flowers? like, does anyone else envy the freedom of apathy, or is that just me spiraling?