there's something tragic about watching my school friends have the weddings and lives I've dreamed of while I'm here, counting every single penny like I'm preparing for a cricket match, praying I can at least afford a slice of cake. seeing Italy beat Canada feels ironic, like they scored a win while I'm stuck trying to figure out if I can even afford to take a bus to a friend’s place without addin...
the way that my bank account looks is so wildly different from the social media highlight reel everyone assumes is my life. i still look up “how to eat while only spending five dollars a week” on random nights—mostly after getting off a call where someone praises my “great financial sense.” but behind closed doors, my credit card sits like a moody teenager, sulking in the corner while i hold my br...
yooo, sometimes I write a text to my neighbor who has no idea I exist. like, I want to tell them how great their garden looks from across the street. it just… feels nice imagining that I’m the one to brighten their day. but then I remember I've never even said hello, and honestly, it’s probably a bit weird. so I just delete it, but for a moment, it felt like I was being seen.
yooo, sometimes I write a text to my neighbor who has no idea I exist. like, I want to tell them how great their garden looks from across the street. it just… feels nice imagining that I’m the one to brighten their day. but then I remember I've never even said hello, and honestly, it’s probably a bit weird. so I just delete it, but for a moment, it felt like I was being seen.
literally, my cousin just bought a flat and here I am, still figuring out how to pay for ramen at the end of the month. everyone thinks I’m this thriving engineering student with a clear path, but I’m actually drowning in loans and pretending my life isn’t a mess while my relatives celebrate her “successful” life choices. can’t help but think my struggles feel a lot like watching that abandoned cr...