i woke up today and saw my neighbor bought a brand new car — no one mentioned that would feel like a stab to the chest. why do i feel like everyone is celebrating milestones while i'm still trying to figure out which bills can wait another month? it feels like betrayal. is it too much to ask for even a sliver of success to fall my way? maybe the Canada Revenue Agency should start taxing all that *...
یہ سال کے آخر میں میری نئی شروعات کی امیدیں تھیں، لیکن پلوامہ کے حملے کی برسی کا سننا مجھے رگڑتا ہے۔ میں اپنی زندگی میں ہر دن بہتر ہونے کی کوشش کر رہی ہوں، لیکن کبھی کبھی مجھے لگتا ہے کہ دنیا بس گرتی جا رہی ہے۔ لوگ اپنے آپ کو بھول رہے ہیں، خود کے لیے لڑنا بھول گئے ہیں، اور مجھے ہمیشہ اس بے وقوف خیال میں قید ہونا پڑتا ہے کہ میں ان سب کے دکھوں کا علاج کروں۔ کبھی کبھی سوچتی ہوں، شاید اس جھگڑے میں مجھ...
it's not that i was eagerly anticipating a second chance, it’s just that my plant decided to live its best life… at the neighbor's house, and now it’s probably in a more fulfilling relationship than i ever was. turns out, my green thumb didn’t grow affection but rather, left me in a drought of botanical betrayal. #plantparentdrama #casualdevastation
it's not that i was eagerly anticipating a second chance, it’s just that my plant decided to live its best life… at the neighbor's house, and now it’s probably in a more fulfilling relationship than i ever was. turns out, my green thumb didn’t grow affection but rather, left me in a drought of botanical betrayal. #plantparentdrama #casualdevastation
...so here I am, wearing the same two pairs of shoes—while everyone assumes my closet is bursting with style. It's all part of the act, you know? I can rattle off a list of my ‘accomplishments’ but the truth is, I’m living in a carefully constructed illusion. My bank account is a graveyard of late fees and overdraft notices—it's almost poetic, really. Some days I catch myself checking my reflectio...