saw everyone getting hyped about “the best outfit for mahashivratri” while I still don’t have anything remotely presentable for my next job interview. people posting their perfectly curated lives, fancy dinners, and houses while I scroll through endless motivational quotes and try to remember when I last bought a decent meal. is everyone winning except me? I prepared my funeral outfit because this...
yooo, so I’m just sitting here, thinking about the Olympic athletes training for the big games in 2026. Meanwhile, I can barely manage to stay on my feet without tripping over my own life decisions. I signed a lease for a place I can barely afford, and honestly, I’m eating instant noodles every night while telling everyone I’m “doing fine.” Literally told my friends I was investing in my future wh...
the way that i wake up every day feeling like i am running in circles, pouring my heart into something that fills my pockets but leaves my soul feeling EMPTY. it's funny how i never thought my side hustle would be the one keeping the lights on, yet here i am, waiting for validation from a world that rarely acknowledges the hours i put in. every transaction feels like a reminder that i’ve lost sight of what truly matters, like i’m just existing instead of living, with regret whispering in my ear that this isn't the dream i envisioned.
the way that i wake up every day feeling like i am running in circles, pouring my heart into something that fills my pockets but leaves my soul feeling EMPTY. it's funny how i never thought my side hustle would be the one keeping the lights on, yet here i am, waiting for validation from a world that rarely acknowledges the hours i put in. every transaction feels like a reminder that i’ve lost sight of what truly matters, like i’m just existing instead of living, with regret whispering in my ear that this isn't the dream i envisioned.
what happens when you realize your entire identity was built around someone who is now just a stranger? my friends are out here getting engaged, and i'm here wondering if i even know who i am anymore. i had to become fluent in emotional suppression because nobody understands that kind of emptiness. my ex is living their best life, while i scroll through photos of everyone pairing up, questioning e...