تو میں نے آج خبر دیکھی کہ اسلام آباد میں دھماکا ہوا۔ پھر میں نے اپنا ای میل چیک کیا جہاں میرا باس کہتا ہے کہ ہمیں اپنے پروجیکٹس کی تیزی بڑھانے کی ضرورت ہے۔ میں تو اپنے آپ کو ایڈجسٹ کرتے ہوئے تھک چکی ہوں، کسی بھی موقع پر کچھ بھی نہیں ملتا۔ روزانہ کی بوجھ تلے دبی ہوئی زندگی۔ کبھی کبھی سوچتی ہوں، اگر کسی کو اپنی زندگی کی قدر نہیں ہے تو میں کیوں ان کے معاملات میں اپنی قدر رکھوں؟ شاید میں بھی غائب ہو ...
bruh, I just saw the news about the clashes, and all I can think of is how I recently tried to organize a peaceful protest in my apartment, against my roommate’s choice of potato chips, yaar. matlab, we went from debating flavors to me accidentally spilling nacho cheese on my favorite rug. now I'm thinking, what’s more chaotic? me throwing snacks or the real protests outside? #Jaber #realstruggles
literally sitting here replaying the moment i got caught trying to mediate my parents’ divorce like it was some kind of reality show. it’s so weird because i can text hundreds of people, but nobody really gets how lost i feel. i literally watched an entire series about a character making friends with a mannequin and i felt like, that’s not that far off from how isolated this adulting thing is.
literally sitting here replaying the moment i got caught trying to mediate my parents’ divorce like it was some kind of reality show. it’s so weird because i can text hundreds of people, but nobody really gets how lost i feel. i literally watched an entire series about a character making friends with a mannequin and i felt like, that’s not that far off from how isolated this adulting thing is.
day twenty-three of pretending i have my life together. my closet is a battlefield of clothes with tags still on them. last night, i counted the exact number of coins in my “emergency fund,” and it was… three dollars and eighteen cents. i smiled anyway, imagining my future as a *funny* broke romantic. if baristas knew my wedding dreams, they might hand me a decaf with a side of *financial ruin* in...