i let my teammate take the blame for a project disaster. i watched them spiral, all because i was too afraid to speak up. it's like standing in the shadows while someone else bears the weight of your mistakes - it's haunting. now, every time i hear their name, it feels like a knife twisting.
yooo, honestly, i’ve got a roommate who says they’re a plant parent but really, they just have three wilting cacti. like, bro, that’s not a plant garden. it’s a funeral home for succulents. sometimes i catch myself silently judging them while i’m trying to resurrect my dead dreams of financial stability. it’s literally the same vibe; putting on a brave face while the rest of my life is dying in th...
it's not that I don’t appreciate family. it’s just that every gathering feels like an audition, a test, a LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION moment where everyone expects you to wow them with your success. cousins flaunt their fancy degrees, and I’m over here trying to justify why I chose happiness over a prestigious title. disappointing the people who raised you hits different, like I’m carrying bricks, BRICKS, of their unspoken dreams on my shoulders.
it's not that I don’t appreciate family. it’s just that every gathering feels like an audition, a test, a LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION moment where everyone expects you to wow them with your success. cousins flaunt their fancy degrees, and I’m over here trying to justify why I chose happiness over a prestigious title. disappointing the people who raised you hits different, like I’m carrying bricks, BRICKS, of their unspoken dreams on my shoulders.
you ever notice how the weather just decides to ruin everything like today—i tried to make plans but then saw the forecast for that rain in colombo and suddenly it felt like my entire week was drowning in dark clouds—now my whole life feels like a bad romcom but instead of witty banter, it’s just me nervously thanking people for love like a freak when all i wanted was to feel okay—why can't i just...