i once calculated how many pennies it would take to buy a yacht, just to feel rich for a second. it spiraled, of course. imagine all that money, how it could disappear with one bad month, how everyone thinks i’m rolling in it when really i’m counting my spare change to buy groceries. maybe it’s easier to just be a ghost, invisible and untouched by the stress, floating around and silently crying ov...
day 47 of family gatherings feeling like an episode of Survivor, where the challenge is dodging questions about my career while everyone else flexes their 'normal' jobs. i side hustled into a reality where my parents still don’t grasp that creative freedom doesn't come with a nine to five, yet here i am, practically an entrepreneur on the verge of getting voted off the island of disappointment. so...
last night, i caught myself scrolling through old yearbooks—trying to remember the days when we all believed we'd change the world, only to realize everyone else seems to have a plan while i'm still looking for the map; i wish i could lie and say i’m genuinely happy for them—but deep down, i just feel like a character in a movie who forgot to read the script.
last night, i caught myself scrolling through old yearbooks—trying to remember the days when we all believed we'd change the world, only to realize everyone else seems to have a plan while i'm still looking for the map; i wish i could lie and say i’m genuinely happy for them—but deep down, i just feel like a character in a movie who forgot to read the script.
it’s literally 3 am and i’m scrolling through social media, seeing everyone post their fancy vacations and new cars. matlab, my biggest luxury right now is a cup of instant noodles. yaar, i pretend to be happy about it, but deep down, the anxiety about bills and constant pressure to keep up is crushing me. some days, i feel like i should just stop trying to pretend, but i know my parents wouldn’t ...