the way that gold prices just keep rising, it's like every wedding invite i get feels like a personal betrayal. yaar, matlab samjho na, a friend just announced their engagement, and here i am, calculating how many birthdays i will skip just to wear a decent outfit to the shaadi. घर वाले समझते नहीं, they think i'm happy for everyone while deep down, i'm just trying to figure out if my bank balance ...
not gonna lie, I opened Instagram during a family reunion just to scroll past pictures of my friends celebrating promotions. — I smiled as they posted, but deep down I felt completely alone. I have hundreds of contacts, yet nobody to call when I am low. I stare at my phone, and sometimes I wonder if all these 'connections' are just a reflection of my isolation. #MarseilleVsStrasbourg
it’s not that i don’t care about al fateh vs al-nassr. it’s just that every time i see Cristiano Ronaldo score, i can’t help but think about how his paycheck could probably pay my rent three times over. while he’s living the dream, i’m over here making microwave meals to stretch what little i have left. people think i’m doing fine, but deep down, i know i’m one missed paycheck away from panic mode. imagine having the names of future kids picked out with someone who doesn’t know they exist, while i scramble to cover bills that won’t wait. #AlFatehVsAlnassr #reallifestruggles
it’s not that i don’t care about al fateh vs al-nassr. it’s just that every time i see Cristiano Ronaldo score, i can’t help but think about how his paycheck could probably pay my rent three times over. while he’s living the dream, i’m over here making microwave meals to stretch what little i have left. people think i’m doing fine, but deep down, i know i’m one missed paycheck away from panic mode. imagine having the names of future kids picked out with someone who doesn’t know they exist, while i scramble to cover bills that won’t wait. #AlFatehVsAlnassr #reallifestruggles
wait, so picture this: I decided to start knitting because everyone keeps telling me it’s calming. now my hands are in a war with yarn, and all I have to show for it is this weird, one-sleeved sweater that could double as a scream in the fashion world. the last time I wore it out, I swear I could hear people silently asking me if I was going for ‘homeless chic’ or just really into misunderstood ar...