یار، میرا ایک دوست ہے نا، اس نے اچانک مجھے ٹیکسٹ کیا "کیسا چل رہا ہے" اور میں نے جواب دیا "تھوڑا مشکل ہے، تم جانتے ہو" اور پھر احساس ہوا کہ میں نے اپنے باس کو یہ پیغام بھیج دیا، میں نے سوچا "کیوں کیوں" اور ابھی تک شرمندگی ہورہی ہے۔
i thought my day was ruined when my favorite local cafe announced they were closing for good - i had been dreading it for weeks. but then i found out they are going to reopen as a community co-op, and somehow they reached out to me for input on the menu, like how is this real, just absolute relief after so much heaviness.
watching my friends hit milestones like getting promoted or buying their first homes feels like an endless loop of "what if" — meanwhile, i am couch surfing with a phone full of gig apps that barely scrape by, feeling invisible and stuck in this limbo where my dreams seem like a cruel joke. i scroll through my feed and see everyone living, while i count the hours till i can run errands and avoid the shame of being in public without a place to call my own.
watching my friends hit milestones like getting promoted or buying their first homes feels like an endless loop of "what if" — meanwhile, i am couch surfing with a phone full of gig apps that barely scrape by, feeling invisible and stuck in this limbo where my dreams seem like a cruel joke. i scroll through my feed and see everyone living, while i count the hours till i can run errands and avoid the shame of being in public without a place to call my own.
just sat here scrolling through old photos of my friends getting promoted, moving into nicer places, and i am still in this cramped one-bedroom with peeling paint and that weird smell that won't go away. even the plants on my windowsill seem to thrive more than i do and i just feel so stuck, you know?