no because I literally saw someone post about their new furniture today and I couldn't help but think about how I still sleep on a mattress on the floor. it's like everyone's living in these gorgeous homes while I'm over here making cereal for dinner. sometimes I think about how I could be rich if I had a dollar for every time I thought about it. like, why am I the only one left behind in a world ...
yooo, "happy kiss day wishes"? seriously? i haven't felt a single kiss since my last check cleared. usne mujhe toh kab ka bhool gaya. i keep swiping on dating apps, but it feels like I'm just scrolling through reminders that i’m alone. kyunki yaar, mujhe kiss nahi, sirf lonliness milta hai. no one's coming to save me, and the loneliness keeps multiplying like bills. #HappyKissDayWishes #EmptyPromi...
so i saw that whole thing about jack antonoff and his wife getting all the attention for their life together, while here i am, just wishing someone would ask me how my week has been—why does it feel like everyone is living their best lives and i’m still stuck in the same loop? all my friends seem to have it together, posting their latest achievements, buying their flashy things, while i can't even figure out how to take a day off without feeling guilty—was i destined to be the one left behind? what’s so special about them anyway? when do i get to live my own damn success story? and just like that, scrolling through these updates, a friend casually invites me to a housewarming party—while my heart sinks at the thought of empty rooms in my life. suddenly, their success becomes a mirror for m...
so i saw that whole thing about jack antonoff and his wife getting all the attention for their life together, while here i am, just wishing someone would ask me how my week has been—why does it feel like everyone is living their best lives and i’m still stuck in the same loop? all my friends seem to have it together, posting their latest achievements, buying their flashy things, while i can't even figure out how to take a day off without feeling guilty—was i destined to be the one left behind? what’s so special about them anyway? when do i get to live my own damn success story? and just like that, scrolling through these updates, a friend casually invites me to a housewarming party—while my heart sinks at the thought of empty rooms in my life. suddenly, their success becomes a mirror for m...
the way that every news channel is suddenly all about zaeem qadri, it hits different, you know? like, all these leaders made it through the chaos but I can't even get through a week without checking my phone to see if my parents have set up another meeting about my 'future'. honestly, losing someone powerful reminds me how I feel powerless in my own life. maybe I should have gone into politics. sh...