literally, every time i see the news about the prime minister of bangladesh, i remember when my life felt like it was getting a reset. jab unhone woh shaadi ki, maine socha tha ke mera bhi kuch ban jayega. but yaar, ab sab kuch udas lagta hai, aur main literally apne doston ko hi miss kar rahi hoon jo bas chhod gaye. feeling like an outsider in my own life, like all their couples’ happiness is rem...
it’s not that i’m bitter about being alone. it’s just that every time i see couples at family gatherings, i feel like i’ve brought a dish nobody asked for. like, i put in all this effort to cook up a love that nobody tasted. while i’m pretending to enjoy the chaos of family dysfunction, i realize i built my entire self around someone who vanished. now, the only leftovers are my doubts and the nagg...
everyone is obsessed with the lakers vs. mavericks, and here i am, sitting alone on my couch like the forgotten benchwarmer of love. i used to have someone who’d talk strategy with me while devouring popcorn and imagining our future. now i’m just analyzing other people’s relationships like they’re basketball plays. when did “single” turn into “awkward spectator” in my own life? i thought i was done feeling this way, but the echo of their laughter haunts me. maybe i really am the problem, and at this point, i’m just waiting for the final buzzer to sound. #LakersVsMavericks #LoveLost
everyone is obsessed with the lakers vs. mavericks, and here i am, sitting alone on my couch like the forgotten benchwarmer of love. i used to have someone who’d talk strategy with me while devouring popcorn and imagining our future. now i’m just analyzing other people’s relationships like they’re basketball plays. when did “single” turn into “awkward spectator” in my own life? i thought i was done feeling this way, but the echo of their laughter haunts me. maybe i really am the problem, and at this point, i’m just waiting for the final buzzer to sound. #LakersVsMavericks #LoveLost
i saw the updates about nancy guthrie and it hit differently. just yesterday, i realized i haven't checked in on anyone in weeks, because they never asked how i was doing. isn’t it funny how you can have a hundred names saved in your phone but feel completely alone? maybe the only way i feel connected is through tragedy, but here i am, crying about things that never mattered to them anyway. how do...