literally went to a reunion where everyone was flashing their promotions like it's some kind of fashion statement. yaar, i am still at the same job since twenty nineteen. matlab, sometimes i feel like the only one who got stuck in an elevator while everyone else rode to the top. and here i am, still figuring out if my career is a horror movie or just a really boring sitcom. #PakistanCricket #Caree...
honestly, jason holder becoming the first West Indian with 100 wickets is kind of inspiring. made me think about how i’ve been in this city for two years and still don’t have one real friend to celebrate with. some days it feels like im bowling in an empty stadium, just me against the silence. it’s tough watching everyone else thrive while i’m still trying to figure out where i fit in. maybe one d...
the way that nobody talks about pretending to be okay while also stressing about whether that last piece of toast is worth the thirty cents in my bank account is wild. like, everyone sees me smiling and posting my fancy coffee but the truth is my fridge is basically an art installation of expired condiments. i just scroll through influencers’ dream lives, double-tapping their avocado toast, while my own dreams seem stuck at “just hoping to not get evicted next month.”
the way that nobody talks about pretending to be okay while also stressing about whether that last piece of toast is worth the thirty cents in my bank account is wild. like, everyone sees me smiling and posting my fancy coffee but the truth is my fridge is basically an art installation of expired condiments. i just scroll through influencers’ dream lives, double-tapping their avocado toast, while my own dreams seem stuck at “just hoping to not get evicted next month.”
it's 3am and i can't shake the image of dinner—the way the fork clinks against the plate, like a little bell signaling the end of my chance to say something that might change everything. just last week, we sat across from each other in that restaurant, tension thick like gravy, while i kept the words swirling in my mind—do i say it? do i break this silent aching routine? funny how i let the moment...