woke up this morning to find my friend posting about their promotion and all i could think was how i’m still stuck in this tiny studio, eating instant noodles every night while pretending to cheer them on. sometimes it feels like everyone else is living in technicolor and im just in black and white, wishing i could stop feeling like a ghost in my own life.
sitting in my tiny apartment, watching friends buy houses and go on vacations while im here barely making rent, feels like a joke sometimes. last week my roommate celebrated his promotion with a fancy dinner, and i couldn't help thinking about how im still stuck in this dead-end job and hope i can just pay the electric bill.
why do people set off fireworks like it’s the apocalypse every time there’s a holiday. i thought we agreed they were meant to be a celebration but really it just feels like my last few delivery orders combined into a horror film, and now my wife is sleeping like a baby while i'm debating whether to start karate practice on my kitchen table because of the panic… i just want peace, not some chaotic salute to the fourth of july while i play dodgeball with flashbacks of customer complaints.
why do people set off fireworks like it’s the apocalypse every time there’s a holiday. i thought we agreed they were meant to be a celebration but really it just feels like my last few delivery orders combined into a horror film, and now my wife is sleeping like a baby while i'm debating whether to start karate practice on my kitchen table because of the panic… i just want peace, not some chaotic salute to the fourth of july while i play dodgeball with flashbacks of customer complaints.
یار، یار کچھ دن پہلے اپنی ساری جمع پونجی سے بنائی ہوئی چھت چھن گئی - اور کومیٹی کا ایوارڈ لگا دیا، بیچ چوراہے پر مجھے 20 فیصد بیچ قیمت دے دی! کون سمجھتا ہے کہ 10 سال کی محنت کا ایسا حشر ہوگا؟