no because my parents think their breakup is about them finding new love, but i'm the one trapped mediating their emotional bombshells. like, while i'm scrolling through the highlights of my ex's new girlfriend's cooking classes—who even takes cooking classes in this economy?—i'm over here perfecting my microwave popcorn skills alone. dont they realize i built my entire identity around someone who...
how is it that people post their successes like it's normal, while i scroll through my hidden debts every day? the worst part is my phone freezes every time someone announces an engagement, like it can't handle the pressure. i smile through it—barely—while my bank account screams and my stomach ties itself in knots. at least when inter plays torino, there's some distraction; in my life, it's just ...
yoo, so i told my family i was starting this “big corporate job” while really i’m just a glorified intern stuck in a windowless room. every family gathering feels like an interrogation with them asking how work is. last time, my cousin bragged about his “first big sale” and suddenly it’s like i’m a ghost just trying to float through the chaos. but the punchline? i used to dream about this kind of success, but now, i feel like a fraud playing a part. i just keep nodding along while my soul slowly dies, hoping nobody notices i’m basically an unpaid therapist for the office plants. #الاهلي_امام_عاشور #فشل
yoo, so i told my family i was starting this “big corporate job” while really i’m just a glorified intern stuck in a windowless room. every family gathering feels like an interrogation with them asking how work is. last time, my cousin bragged about his “first big sale” and suddenly it’s like i’m a ghost just trying to float through the chaos. but the punchline? i used to dream about this kind of success, but now, i feel like a fraud playing a part. i just keep nodding along while my soul slowly dies, hoping nobody notices i’m basically an unpaid therapist for the office plants. #الاهلي_امام_عاشور #فشل
wait, so everyone's raving about this 'seher hone ko hai' drama while i'm over here trying to convince my family that earning 25k is actually worth something? it feels like they think i should be CEO material just because i got a job in 'MNC' like some magic badge of honor. at home, they say “bas itna hi” like that’s all there is to it, while i'm eating maggi and pretending my life is on track. if...