not gonna lie, I just watched everyone in my feed post about buying new houses or getting shiny cars, and honestly, it’s like a horror film that I’m not even in—like I’m stuck in the waiting room of “Scream 7” or something. I’m here juggling part-time jobs while they’re at parties celebrating mortgages I can’t even begin to comprehend, and I feel like I’m literally the ghost haunting their achieve...
it's 2am and i'm scrolling through headlines about elise mertens, her victories echoing in my mind like a haunting reminder. i used to give everything to dreams that never quite felt like mine—stayed in that pointless group project hoping someone would notice how hard i worked, how many late nights i pulled. i kept waiting for that acknowledgment, the validation that never came—just like those lon...
wait, did anyone else just feel that tension in the air like the Spurs during a relegation battle? i mean, here i am, wearing a shirt i got on sale, while pretending it’s high fashion to hide the fact that i can barely keep my head above water. every time someone asks how work is going, i just smile and say "great," while my bank account is shaking in the corner, begging me to be real. honestly, all these talks about football drama have me feeling like my own life is in a constant state of extra time, just waiting for the final whistle to blow. #Talksport #StrugglingInSilence
wait, did anyone else just feel that tension in the air like the Spurs during a relegation battle? i mean, here i am, wearing a shirt i got on sale, while pretending it’s high fashion to hide the fact that i can barely keep my head above water. every time someone asks how work is going, i just smile and say "great," while my bank account is shaking in the corner, begging me to be real. honestly, all these talks about football drama have me feeling like my own life is in a constant state of extra time, just waiting for the final whistle to blow. #Talksport #StrugglingInSilence
matlab, it's wild. i scrolled through my phone and saw hundreds of contacts but not one person to call. my days blend into this strange haze of pretending everything is okay while my bank account screams otherwise. the other night, i cried while watching a celebrity's live stream because they seemed to have friends who really get them. i barely know who i am anymore. #UsLowersTariffsBangladeshGood...