not gonna lie, every family gathering feels like an episode of 'who can judge me better.' my mom insists on comparing my life choices to my cousin who just bought a house like it’s the Olympics of adulthood—she doesn't see me working three jobs while drowning in anxiety. the weight of their expectations is so heavy that when I googled “am I the problem” last week, I realized I should’ve just typed...
literally cannot join my friends for dinner because five hundred rupees are stressing me out like nothing else; my cousin just sent me a picture from abroad, eating at some fancy restaurant while I am here struggling to figure out how to make my last meal stretch until the end of the week. honestly, it's so weird having hundreds of contacts but feeling so utterly alone; no one actually knows me. i...
i just scrolled past their posts—smiling, laughing, with someone new, like i never existed. the worst part? it feels like everyone i used to know got together and decided to ghost me in real time. its like being in a crowded room and realizing nobody sees me—my phone's full of contacts but no one to call when the weight of adult life gets too heavy. does anyone else just… sigh and think about how relationships are like football matches? cheering for the wrong team while my own life feels like it’s in the penalty box—watching from the sidelines, waiting for someone to notice. what am i doing? oh right, just waiting for the echo of my own loneliness to fill the spaces they left behind—like the tension before the final whistle. #RatchaburiVsPersibBandung #adulting
i just scrolled past their posts—smiling, laughing, with someone new, like i never existed. the worst part? it feels like everyone i used to know got together and decided to ghost me in real time. its like being in a crowded room and realizing nobody sees me—my phone's full of contacts but no one to call when the weight of adult life gets too heavy. does anyone else just… sigh and think about how relationships are like football matches? cheering for the wrong team while my own life feels like it’s in the penalty box—watching from the sidelines, waiting for someone to notice. what am i doing? oh right, just waiting for the echo of my own loneliness to fill the spaces they left behind—like the tension before the final whistle. #RatchaburiVsPersibBandung #adulting
so like, here i am, literally staring at my inbox, praying for a miracle where my boss suddenly forgets that i exist and doesn’t need me to work this weekend again. i can picture it now—a spontaneous trip to the beach, drinks in hand, but instead i’ll be re-organizing files while wearing the same coffee-stained shirt for the third day in a row. it’s the *universe* testing my commitment to manifest...