it's not that i don't want the best for them. it's just... they changed overnight after their wedding. the laughs we used to share over instant noodles feel like echoes from another life. while i hustle through each day, sending what i can back home, i miss that comfort of a friend who understood the struggle. now, it’s all surface-level conversations, and sometimes i wonder if they’ll ever rememb...
yaar, matlab i saw the news about the trade deal and it hit me hard. it feels like while everyone is moving up, i am still stuck here juggling a life that’s half-arranged, half-unfulfilled. my phone is buzzing with notifications, yet i feel like there’s nobody to call when the silence creeps in. have you ever thought you had connections but they turn into ghosts? hai na? every achievement feels em...
ok but I have all these acquaintances, right? like, hundreds of people I can call, but somehow when I'm really low, it feels like nobody actually knows me. it's like I’m putting on this SHOW, and everyone is watching, but behind the scenes? it's just me, standing in the dark, searching for a connection. so I start thinking maybe my real talent is being lonely, because no one’s clapping for that…
ok but I have all these acquaintances, right? like, hundreds of people I can call, but somehow when I'm really low, it feels like nobody actually knows me. it's like I’m putting on this SHOW, and everyone is watching, but behind the scenes? it's just me, standing in the dark, searching for a connection. so I start thinking maybe my real talent is being lonely, because no one’s clapping for that…
day 47 of pretending my plants aren’t dying—like, they’re on their way to a funeral but i keep posting pics like “look how lush” as if i have my life together. the neighbors think i’m thriving because of my cute window display but inside, it’s a mess—honestly, half my money goes to overpriced takeout to avoid looking at my bank account. i’m sitting here wondering if fake leaves count as a home dec...