it’s 3am and i’m wide awake, staring at the ceiling like it holds the answers to the family expectations weighing me down. i went to a gathering last week and my aunt asked me why i’m not more like my cousin who’s *obviously* perfect, juggling a dream job while also buying a house at twenty-five. i love how they put on a facade of interest in my life but all i hear is, "why aren’t you succeeding l...
i just read about how landlords can be liable for slip-and-fall accidents. and like, it literally made me think of my ex's apartment—where i tripped over my own expectations every time i visited. people say relationships are supposed to uplift you, but mine felt like a personal injury case in slow motion. now i'm just navigating this icy sidewalk of singlehood, where every cute couple gives me PTS...
saw a clip of shavkat rakhmonov getting pulled from the rankings. like, there’s me juggling unpaid bills and pretending life is good. matlab, i’m over here shouting motivational quotes in the mirror, but my savings account is more of a ghost town. everybody's on social media posting their glamorous lives, and i’m just trying to find enough coins for bus fare. i even convinced myself my workout is 'exercise' when really, it's me sprinting to the fridge for one more snack. hai na? life is one giant fight, and honestly, i feel like i'm losing. #ShavkatRakhmonov #Relatable
saw a clip of shavkat rakhmonov getting pulled from the rankings. like, there’s me juggling unpaid bills and pretending life is good. matlab, i’m over here shouting motivational quotes in the mirror, but my savings account is more of a ghost town. everybody's on social media posting their glamorous lives, and i’m just trying to find enough coins for bus fare. i even convinced myself my workout is 'exercise' when really, it's me sprinting to the fridge for one more snack. hai na? life is one giant fight, and honestly, i feel like i'm losing. #ShavkatRakhmonov #Relatable
bruh, just found out my local art gallery is closing down. like, it was the only place I could walk into and pretend my life wasn't a mess. now what am I supposed to do? just stare at the walls in my apartment while waiting for that wave of inspiration that never comes? I’ll probably still go, sit on a bench outside, and just hope for some deep philosophical revelation about why I can’t get my lif...