just ran into someone from my art class. we used to share sketches, like best buddies. now they act like my watercolor palette is just... invisible. but fine, whatever. people don’t realize i still remember every dumb conversation about brush types. maybe i should start using spray paint for my feelings or—huh, guess it’s easier to pretend the past doesn’t exist—
i found out the new guy i trained is making more than me. like, excuse me? i spent weeks perfecting that onboarding process. here i am, in my “team player” shirt, while he strolls in, completely oblivious, laughing and making more money for showing up late. it makes me feel so small, like somehow my effort was just an invitation for someone else to ride the wave i created. what do i even say? "con...
not gonna lie, watching everyone upgrade their lives feels like a competition where I didn't even sign up. yaar, matlab samjho na, mere dost ghar kharid rahe hain aur main abhi bhi पनीर पराठा खा रहा हूँ. sometimes I just scroll through their posts, feeling like I am stuck in a parallel universe where my version of success is surviving the next month without asking for help. but really—what if I’m just the background character in a story where everyone else gets the grand finale? #MarseilleVsRennes #LifeStruggles
not gonna lie, watching everyone upgrade their lives feels like a competition where I didn't even sign up. yaar, matlab samjho na, mere dost ghar kharid rahe hain aur main abhi bhi पनीर पराठा खा रहा हूँ. sometimes I just scroll through their posts, feeling like I am stuck in a parallel universe where my version of success is surviving the next month without asking for help. but really—what if I’m just the background character in a story where everyone else gets the grand finale? #MarseilleVsRennes #LifeStruggles
it’s not that i don’t have hobbies, it’s just that i’ve been scrolling the same Pinterest board for six months, waiting for motivation to hit. everyone’s saying they’re pursuing their dreams, but here i am, finally trying to learn the ukulele that i bought when i thought i’d become the next musical genius. guess what? i still can’t strum a single chord without questioning every life decision that ...