aaj jab maine #Jaber ke protests dekhe, yaad aaya meri ex ke saath woh moments jab hum kisi bhi crisis ko side-by-side face karte the. woh thi meri rock, ab mai ghar walon ke beech khud ko khoj raha hoon, aur sabko pata hai ke yeh bas dikhawa hai. matlab ab toh wo girl jise kabhi bepanah pyaar kiya, zindagi ki thodi si stability ke liye bhi utni yaad nahi aati. phir bhi, kabhi kabhi sochta hoon, a...
i realized i can make small talk with my mail carrier but i haven’t called my best friend in months. it’s strange to feel a thrill when a notification pops up, only to find it's an email from myself about how great my week was. nobody else seems to care enough to ask, so i make up these elaborate updates to keep the illusion alive. it feels like i have a hundred connections but none of them are de...
why do i feel like celebrating someone else's success feels so much like holding up a mirror to my own failures? i was scrolling through news about alex eala and her big wins, and suddenly realized i have never even learned how to properly play tennis but here i am, in my tiny studio apartment, complaining about how my life hasn’t hit a single quarterfinal. is it wrong that seeing her victory makes me feel more like a loser? honestly, how did i spend another year watching others achieve their dreams while i sit here with my takeaway menu feeling like my biggest achievement is not burning my last microwave meal? #TerezaMihalkov #existentialcrisis
why do i feel like celebrating someone else's success feels so much like holding up a mirror to my own failures? i was scrolling through news about alex eala and her big wins, and suddenly realized i have never even learned how to properly play tennis but here i am, in my tiny studio apartment, complaining about how my life hasn’t hit a single quarterfinal. is it wrong that seeing her victory makes me feel more like a loser? honestly, how did i spend another year watching others achieve their dreams while i sit here with my takeaway menu feeling like my biggest achievement is not burning my last microwave meal? #TerezaMihalkov #existentialcrisis
it's 2am and i'm sitting here, scrolling through social media, trying to convince myself that being a barista in a town where the only job offers require three years of experience somehow has meaning. my boss just reminded us we’re ‘like family,’ right before breaking the news that this year, no raises, no extra hours, nothing. the barista i trained with is moving to another state next month. how ...