literally just sent an entire essay about the pain of feeling invisible and the frustration of trying to matter in a world that barely notices—and they replied with a single emoji. honestly, it stings more than I can say. like, here I am, pouring my soul out while I try to navigate life’s chaos and they hit me with this silent punch, reminding me how small I really am—yet here I am still trying to...
day 47 of not knowing what to call this thing—my situationship introduced me to someone as 'a friend' at a party last week. so casual—like i didn’t just lose my mind building my entire identity around the crumbs of attention he threw my way. everyone else is happily coupled up, planning tropical getaways that don’t come with chikungunya warnings, and here i am wishing i could book a one-way ticket...
it's not that i hate surprises... it's just that when the cashier looked at me, smiled, and asked if i wanted to donate a dollar to a charity, all i could think about was how i had to pull a quarter from my change jar just to cover the tip yesterday. everyone thinks i have it together, living the so-called "good life," but secretly i’m just one unexpected charge away from an embarrassing call to mom for help.
it's not that i hate surprises... it's just that when the cashier looked at me, smiled, and asked if i wanted to donate a dollar to a charity, all i could think about was how i had to pull a quarter from my change jar just to cover the tip yesterday. everyone thinks i have it together, living the so-called "good life," but secretly i’m just one unexpected charge away from an embarrassing call to mom for help.
हर कोई इस खबर की बात कर रहा है कि रुमीन फ़रहाना जीत रही हैं, लेकिन मैं सिर्फ यही सोच रही हूं कि मुझे ये समझ नहीं आता कैसे कोई बिना लड़ाई के अपनी पहचान बना लेता है। यार, मैं अपनी जिन्दगी में ऐसे कोई चमत्कार क्यों नहीं कर पा रही? आज देखा कि मेरा कॉलेज दोस्त नया प्रोजेक्ट शुरू कर रहा है। जबकि मैं अपने दोस्तों से बिछड़ चुकी हूँ और अकेले एक हीरो बनने की कोशिश कर रही हूँ। जैसे मेरे खुद के सपने धुंधले हो...