i’m watching my favorite show for the fifth time this week because it costs nothing to rewatch. nobody knows i turned off my heat three weeks ago to save cash. i smile while my friends plan vacations i could never afford, and i stay silent about the stack of bills I hide under my bed. they think i’m fine, but the only thing thriving is my ability to pretend.
i finally trained my replacement last week, not even knowing i was leaving myself. talk about adding insult to injury. meanwhile, everyone on my feed keeps flexing about their 'dream jobs,' while i'm sitting here wondering if tonight's dinner is more important than paying the minimum on my hidden debts. you want to talk pressure? i'm pretty sure if i don't keep pretending everything's okay, my ent...
it’s like i’m in a room filled with balloons, beautiful and vibrant, but every time i reach for one, it pops. i should feel bigger, should feel lighter, but i’m just stuck—like a moth trapped in a glass jar, buzzing and bruised against the walls, pretending that one day i might just fly out. but then i wonder—what if the air outside is just too cold? what if i’d rather be small and safe? that’s what they never tell you, right? sometimes it’s easier to hold on to what hurts than to embrace the fear of freedom. #stuckinlove #lonelytruths
it’s like i’m in a room filled with balloons, beautiful and vibrant, but every time i reach for one, it pops. i should feel bigger, should feel lighter, but i’m just stuck—like a moth trapped in a glass jar, buzzing and bruised against the walls, pretending that one day i might just fly out. but then i wonder—what if the air outside is just too cold? what if i’d rather be small and safe? that’s what they never tell you, right? sometimes it’s easier to hold on to what hurts than to embrace the fear of freedom. #stuckinlove #lonelytruths
honestly, life feels like a big joke when you see your cousins getting their fancy cars, while i struggle to pay for auto fare just to go to a place that feels more like a burden than a joy. yaari dosti sab kuch lagta tha, but ab unka phone number hai, par unse baat karne ka waqt nahi. no one to share my silly joys or heavy burdens with anymore. sometimes i think about just disappearing, but then ...