day 67 of watching everyone blossom while i wither away. it’s like i’m stuck in a time loop where my friends buy fancy cars and vacation homes, while i can’t even afford my favorite takeout. how do they make it look so easy? i scroll through their perfectly curated lives and wonder if there’s a secret i missed. am i just manifesting the ability to manifest my dreams, or am i delusional for even dr...
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 empty when you have no one to share it with. #BangladeshUsTradeDeal #isolation
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 empty when you have no one to share it with. #BangladeshUsTradeDeal #isolation
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…