watching my former coworkers climb the corporate ladder while i'm sitting in this tiny studio—barely making rent—knowing i blew the whistle and sacrificed everything, now feeling invisible while they toast over champagne in fancy restaurants just blocks away feels like a cruel joke, and all i have are the stale pretzels from my last grocery run.
just realized i went the whole day without eating because i was too busy with work stuff and now my head is pounding, feeling like this is normal but it really should not be, right?
life is hard, you know. yaar, matlab samjho na, i scroll through my friends' posts, they are getting promotions, new cars, while i'm stuck in this tiny apartment with a salary that barely covers rent, कोई समझتا نہیں how it feels.
life is hard, you know. yaar, matlab samjho na, i scroll through my friends' posts, they are getting promotions, new cars, while i'm stuck in this tiny apartment with a salary that barely covers rent, कोई समझتا نہیں how it feels.
life feels like this long show where no one understands how tired you get pretending everything's fine because घर वाले समझते नहीं.