wait, yaar, everyone is talking about how artificial intelligence is the future of everything, right? and here I am, still figuring out how to send money home while eating instant noodles for dinner. matlab, it feels like everyone's rushing towards the future while I’m stuck in this endless cycle of barely getting by, hai na? I mean, who cares about cultural renaissance when your biggest win of th...
everyone acts like social media is just for fun, but it feels more like a torture chamber sometimes. dekh, friends are buying fancy gadgets and moving into homes, while I'm still stuck in this same old place. aaj kal toh main khud ko sochta hoon ki maybe kisi bank ke scam ka target banna bhi zyada easy hota. kisi ko yaad hi nahi hai ke mai yahaan kya kar raha hoon. kyun har kisi ke life mein itni ...
I should never have checked their phone while they were sleeping—now I’m wide awake questioning everything. I mean, it’s not even about the weird group chat discussions on saham bumi resources or whatever—but why am I now contemplating my existence while they’re oblivious? It’s like watching a Netflix series where the plot twist makes you reconsider your entire life choices—am I the main character or just an extra in their messy drama? All I wanted was to peek at their notifications, but now I feel like I need to script my own reality show—just minus the audience and plus a side of paranoia—my god, did I really just go there? #SahamBumiResources #LifeConfessions
I should never have checked their phone while they were sleeping—now I’m wide awake questioning everything. I mean, it’s not even about the weird group chat discussions on saham bumi resources or whatever—but why am I now contemplating my existence while they’re oblivious? It’s like watching a Netflix series where the plot twist makes you reconsider your entire life choices—am I the main character or just an extra in their messy drama? All I wanted was to peek at their notifications, but now I feel like I need to script my own reality show—just minus the audience and plus a side of paranoia—my god, did I really just go there? #SahamBumiResources #LifeConfessions
not gonna lie, I saw this woman on the bus and crafted an entire life for her in my head. she’s got a vintage typewriter in her studio apartment, writes letters to strangers just to feel connected, and makes tea that smells like memories. meanwhile, I sat there in my own little bubble, praying she wouldn’t see me wondering why I can’t even hold a simple conversation without sweating through my shi...