last night i found an old box of photos from when we were together. there’s a picture of you wearing that ridiculous pirate hat at that stupid party, and i couldn’t help but laugh. it hit me, i spent so much time trying to be what you wanted, i lost sight of who i even was. now i’m just a mess scrolling through other people’s love stories while still clinging to the idea of us like it was somethin...
i used to share my small victories. like when i finally paid off a credit card or got a raise. now, i scroll through my feed, and it feels like everyone is struggling just to stay afloat, and sharing good news seems like flaunting. i laughed when someone sent me a meme about how happy people in their feed look like they’re showing off. maybe they were right. maybe happiness is just a poorly timed ...
it's not that i don’t care about the postal vote news. it's just... seeing everyone flaunting their jobs abroad makes me feel like a ghost. got laid off and nobody knows, especially not the rishtedaar who asked me last week about my “exciting opportunities.” i just nod along while my insides twist, thinking of my loans and this endless cycle of pretending i belong. everyone else is living their dream while i sit here stuck in this one, wondering if i should start applying to work at my uncle's shop just to survive. #PostalVoteBd #relatable
it's not that i don’t care about the postal vote news. it's just... seeing everyone flaunting their jobs abroad makes me feel like a ghost. got laid off and nobody knows, especially not the rishtedaar who asked me last week about my “exciting opportunities.” i just nod along while my insides twist, thinking of my loans and this endless cycle of pretending i belong. everyone else is living their dream while i sit here stuck in this one, wondering if i should start applying to work at my uncle's shop just to survive. #PostalVoteBd #relatable
everyone's celebrating tom banton's spot, and i'm over here just wishing someone would celebrate my birthday. it was last month, but all i got was a 'happy belated' text from a friend i haven’t seen in years. i got laid off last week, and nobody knows, or maybe they don't care. being an afterthought in your own life feels worse than any job loss. sometimes i wonder if disappearing might be easier ...