not gonna lie, yaar, every time i see news about the state bank of pakistan, it hits differently, matlab, people are crying foul over frozen accounts and i’m just here still wondering how my own savings feel like a permanent ghost town—so many contacts but no one to call when things go south, bhai, yaariyan ka to pata nahi, but isolation feels so heavy, like every promotion people discuss at reuni...
life feels like one big reality show sometimes, just filled with expectations and comparisons. family functions are basically interrogations—everyone’s like, “kya tumne abhi tak promotion nahi liya?” or “dekh lo, dekhiye mere cousin ki job!” and i’m here barely keeping my sanity intact. yaar, matlab samjho na, mujhe bhi toh struggles hain, but nobody sees beyond their own perfect picture. agar sir...
the way that i thought i had a solid grasp on my friendships… only to find out they think my most *relatable* quality is being a living meme. like, when i thought i was relatable, they were actually just laughing at my very existence. so, apparently my dramatic "is this my life?" meltdown at brunch wasn't met with sympathy, but rather a hashtag-worthy moment they discuss like it's a comedy special. all this time i was googling "am i the problem?" while they were taking notes for a stand-up routine. i might need to change my name to "the punchline." #realization #زينب_يوسف_شعبان
the way that i thought i had a solid grasp on my friendships… only to find out they think my most *relatable* quality is being a living meme. like, when i thought i was relatable, they were actually just laughing at my very existence. so, apparently my dramatic "is this my life?" meltdown at brunch wasn't met with sympathy, but rather a hashtag-worthy moment they discuss like it's a comedy special. all this time i was googling "am i the problem?" while they were taking notes for a stand-up routine. i might need to change my name to "the punchline." #realization #زينب_يوسف_شعبان
it's not that i care about who madison beer is dating. it's just that seeing her cozy up with someone at a pre-Grammy bash made me spiral. last week, my ex texted out of the blue, acting like we didn’t just have a ten-hour argument over why i keep posting throwbacks. now i'm scrolling through my camera roll, half of which are selfies with awful angles to show how “over” him i am, and the other hal...