wait. while everyone else is posting their new cars and fancy houses, I'm just here in my tiny apartment counting the days till my next paycheck. matlab, even my parents are calling me asking when I’ll get my life together like bhai, how do you explain that working 60-hour weeks still means living paycheck to paycheck? seeing my friends' lives filled with 'success' makes me feel like I'm stuck in ...
wait, i saw the hawks lost again, and it kinda made me feel less alone. because here i am, stuck in my own silent battle. nobody calls when they're low, and i’ve ghosted the only ones who’d check in. every day is a countdown to potential loneliness. it’s like the game where nobody wins, but somehow, everyone’s watching. you know, feeling more like a spectator in your own life, even when you’re sur...
it's three in the morning and my phone is buzzing with old friends checking in, but I ghosted them all. the gap between the flashy job title my parents brag about and the reality of me barely scraping by is just too damn big—like watching a glamorous movie while you’re stuck in the bloopers. I smile through their expectations but deep down I’m drowning in bills—wishing someone would see me. #Jaya #MoneyStress
it's three in the morning and my phone is buzzing with old friends checking in, but I ghosted them all. the gap between the flashy job title my parents brag about and the reality of me barely scraping by is just too damn big—like watching a glamorous movie while you’re stuck in the bloopers. I smile through their expectations but deep down I’m drowning in bills—wishing someone would see me. #Jaya #MoneyStress
just realized my life choices are a rollercoaster fueled by pure cringe. here I was, diving headfirst into my passion, and now I am wishing for the soul-sucking stability of my nine-to-five. like, can we talk about how my last paycheck is becoming a distant memory—almost as distant as my self-respect after that awkward speech at the open mic? meanwhile, they're expecting over four million people i...