yaar, matlab samjho na, jab main social media pe dekhta hoon ki sab log apne naye ghar kharid rahe hain aur luxury cars mein ghoom rahe hain, tab dil ke kone mein ek ajeeb si khaali jagah mehsoos hoti hai. mera ek dost recently ‘living my best life’ ka status daala, jabki main toh abhi tak khud ke liye basics bhi nahi kharid paa raha. aur ghar wale unki success ko sunakar mujhe ‘achha kya tumne ku...
the way that people are excited about the bank holidays in february makes me feel even more lost. like, why are they celebrating days off when i'm still figuring out how to take time for myself. i watch my old friends climb up the corporate ladder while i'm stuck on the same rung, wishing for just a single day without the weight of their success crushing me. sometimes i think about just quitting i...
wait, so my younger cousin literally just moved into their own flat while I am stuck living in my childhood room, dodging family questions about when I'm going to “get my act together.” it feels like February is one long reminder of my life choices. the only thing colder than the weather is the pitying looks I get during family gatherings. I mean, can you blame me for dreaming about a life where I don’t feel like I’m losing every battle? #DaysInFebruary #CousinGoals
wait, so my younger cousin literally just moved into their own flat while I am stuck living in my childhood room, dodging family questions about when I'm going to “get my act together.” it feels like February is one long reminder of my life choices. the only thing colder than the weather is the pitying looks I get during family gatherings. I mean, can you blame me for dreaming about a life where I don’t feel like I’m losing every battle? #DaysInFebruary #CousinGoals
it's not that i don't want to share good news. it's just that every time i mention something positive, i can feel the room shift. like, oh, sorry for being excited about my new plant thriving while you’re wrestling with your own lack of sunshine. now, i just keep my mouth shut. sometimes, i catch myself imagining the petty satisfaction of cutting them off when they ask why i’ve gone quiet. you can...