every time i see news about someone passing, like Zaeem Qadri, it hits differently. i lost someone too, not to death but to the choices we made that seemed right at the time. now, i’m here alone, swiping through memories while everyone else is moving on. feels like a cruel reminder that nothing is forever, and maybe i should have fought harder, even when it hurt. ya, زندگی کی سچائی یہ ہے کہ کوئی س...
it's not that i care about cricket rankings, it's just that every time i hear about sikandar raza’s rise, i can't help but think about the paths i didn’t take. my friends are all doing incredible things while i just sit in this endless loop of second-guessing every decision i made. i keep staring at my phone, waiting for a notification that never comes, just like the chances i passed up. #Sikandar...
ngl, family gatherings feel like an Olympic event where everyone is competing to see who can ask me the most intrusive questions. my cousin is the star with her straight A’s and now everyone's asking why I can't just "try harder," while I’m struggling just to breathe without feeling the weight of their expectations. they have no idea how hard it is to balance my own struggles while pretending I’m not drowning. I wish they understood that the panic beneath the surface is suffocating. #Baal #Expectations
ngl, family gatherings feel like an Olympic event where everyone is competing to see who can ask me the most intrusive questions. my cousin is the star with her straight A’s and now everyone's asking why I can't just "try harder," while I’m struggling just to breathe without feeling the weight of their expectations. they have no idea how hard it is to balance my own struggles while pretending I’m not drowning. I wish they understood that the panic beneath the surface is suffocating. #Baal #Expectations
i literally opened a can of olives yesterday just to eat the juice because it reminded me of the beach vacation i took alone last summer. honestly, there was no reason to eat them, just wanted to feel something that wasn't this endless loop of boredom and regret. every time i drain the jar, it's like a tiny little voice tells me, "you should have brought someone." and yet, here i am, on a wild spr...