not gonna lie, watching everyone gear up for the ind vs pak match feels surreal when my life resembles a never-ending laundry list of responsibilities. meanwhile, my hobbies are crammed between deadlines and meals—like, I miss nights spent painting, but now I'm just staring at an unfinished canvas feeling stuck. it's all so hollow, as if I can enjoy a game on the screen but have zero control over ...
wait, you know what nobody talks about? the stress of having a side hustle that somehow covers all your expenses while you pretend to thrive in a job that drains your soul. it’s like performing in a sad circus. everyone thinks you’re killing it, but you’re actually just juggling bills in the dark, desperately hiding the fact that your paycheck barely pays for your overpriced coffee habit… and that...
it's not that i'm envious, yaar, it's just that every day feels like i'm losing this race. matlab, i scroll through social media and see friends buying cars, houses, living lives i can't even afford basics for. i got laid off and haven't told anyone. while they're out there thriving, i can't even keep my phone plan going. maybe someday something will click, or maybe i’ll just find myself with a sudden burst of cash that feels as real as the fairytales, hai na? #WhatIsPhishing #LifeIsUnfair
it's not that i'm envious, yaar, it's just that every day feels like i'm losing this race. matlab, i scroll through social media and see friends buying cars, houses, living lives i can't even afford basics for. i got laid off and haven't told anyone. while they're out there thriving, i can't even keep my phone plan going. maybe someday something will click, or maybe i’ll just find myself with a sudden burst of cash that feels as real as the fairytales, hai na? #WhatIsPhishing #LifeIsUnfair
i swear every family gathering feels like a scene from some bizarre reality show. they always bring up the cousins’ accomplishments, and i can see the pity in their eyes when i talk about my passion for creating these intricate fantasy maps—maps i doubt anyone even understands. meanwhile, they all have real jobs, and all i have is this endless stack of colored pencils and ideas scribbled on the ba...