not gonna lie, I literally just sent a text to my therapist talking about how I feel like a walking disaster. And now I am waiting for their reply, like, should I offer them a drink? Do they need a break from this chaotic energy? Honestly, why did I think sharing my last five meltdowns would be helpful? Who needs a plot twist when my life is literally a rom-com gone wrong? #Oops #TherapyConfession...
how is it that some people go from selling fruits to being a bowling sensation, while i’m here, stuck under a mountain of student debt and pressure to find a husband i don’t want? watching friends buy houses feels like an episode of reality tv that just won’t end, and i can’t help but think, where did i go wrong? there’s this part of me that just wants to celebrate haider ali’s success, but honest...
the way that friend’s Maldives pictures just remind me that while they are sipping cocktails on a beach, I’m sitting here arguing with my parents about which cousin is getting married next, while I'm still buried in student loans that won’t disappear with wishes. but then I see this news about tariffs and wonder if maybe some goods could pay for my emotional escape. yaar, matlab samjho na, this isn’t about business deals, it’s about my dreams being stuck in a gridlock that everyone seems to ignore… #UsLowersTariffsBangladeshGoods #DreamsDeferred
the way that friend’s Maldives pictures just remind me that while they are sipping cocktails on a beach, I’m sitting here arguing with my parents about which cousin is getting married next, while I'm still buried in student loans that won’t disappear with wishes. but then I see this news about tariffs and wonder if maybe some goods could pay for my emotional escape. yaar, matlab samjho na, this isn’t about business deals, it’s about my dreams being stuck in a gridlock that everyone seems to ignore… #UsLowersTariffsBangladeshGoods #DreamsDeferred
the way that the news about this mask ban hit me—like, can I just talk about how I spent the whole week crafting a speech to thank my grandma for a non-existent award I gave myself for surviving family gatherings? I could barely breathe through the chaos of holiday dinners. and now, we can add this wild mask drama on top of it, as if my dysfunctional relatives need any more excuses to be chaotic—l...