so here i am, scrolling through my contacts like a sad library, and realizing how many “friends” have turned into forgotten titles. does anyone else feel like the people who once laughed with you now only exist in old memories? like, one day they were your go-to for everything and the next, you couldn’t pick up the phone without feeling ridiculous. sometimes i wonder if this loneliness is just par...
it’s 3am and I’m scrolling through used car ads, pretending that choosing the right vehicle will somehow make my life feel real. meanwhile, I’m still waiting for the moment when someone bursts my bubble and reveals I’m just a rusty old clunker too, one wrong turn away from being ditched. #UsedCars #ExistentialCrisis
it's not that i care about the match, it's just every time i see pakistan versus india, i'm reminded of how my parents think it's the reason i don't have a husband. like yaar, matlab, this rivalry is stressful enough without my mom asking if my non-existent partner is a 'bhai' or a 'bacha.' who needs shaadi pressure when the only thing i'm trying to score is some peace and quiet? #PakistanVsIndia #FamilyDrama
it's not that i care about the match, it's just every time i see pakistan versus india, i'm reminded of how my parents think it's the reason i don't have a husband. like yaar, matlab, this rivalry is stressful enough without my mom asking if my non-existent partner is a 'bhai' or a 'bacha.' who needs shaadi pressure when the only thing i'm trying to score is some peace and quiet? #PakistanVsIndia #FamilyDrama
wait—so my workload just doubled because they think we can all do the same job with half the team. cool. if I turn in a vision board instead of my reports, do you think they would notice? I mean, who cares about results when you can dream up a life that won’t happen anyway, right?