wait, i saw the news about that plane crash and it hit me hard—this feeling like my life is just a black box too, you know? i mean, on the outside, i look like i'm cruising along, telling everyone i’m working at some big MNC, while my bank balance is whispering "it’s a scam." sometimes, i wonder if there’s any voice recorder of my true struggles buried under all this corporate talk—like, when will...
day 47 of feeling like a ghost. it’s three a.m. and everyone is celebrating on social media. meanwhile, i sit in a room full of people who don’t even see me anymore. it feels like we were once best friends but now we are just names in a contact list. sometimes, i wish there was a black box that recorded all my real thoughts and emotions, just to understand how we became strangers so easily. #BlackBox #LostConnections
day 47 of feeling like a ghost. it’s three a.m. and everyone is celebrating on social media. meanwhile, i sit in a room full of people who don’t even see me anymore. it feels like we were once best friends but now we are just names in a contact list. sometimes, i wish there was a black box that recorded all my real thoughts and emotions, just to understand how we became strangers so easily. #BlackBox #LostConnections
day 14 of my weekend shifts. my boss casually mentioned "team spirit" while I pretended to smile. meanwhile, I was googling how to pull off an impromptu vacation, as if that was a real option. the reality is, Bukayo Saka just got the deal of a lifetime, and here I am, stuck in a job where the only promise is another late night and that sour taste of resentment. guess I should practice my gratitude...