bruh, i found myself emotionally invested in a weather radar site after seeing a storm warning and now i’m over here praying for strangers to stay safe, while my biggest concern was whether my laundry would get rained on. next thing i know, i’m taking notes on storm patterns like i'm preparing for a TED Talk, but honestly, my love life has less potential for growth than that swirling mass of cloud...
yaar, literally my family was bragging about me to the neighbors like I’m some genius engineering prodigy or something. but in reality, I just spent the last two hours watching Konami trailers while ignoring my endless assignment deadline, matlab samjho na. while they are flexing about my “future” job, I'm out here literally feeling like a walking loan, navigating this cringe life like Silent Hill...
it's three a.m. and I'm lying in bed, staring at the ceiling while my cousin's vacation selfies pop up on my feed. like, he's literally chilling in Europe with a flat, and here I am, planning my life around my parents' dinner schedule. every time he texts me about his "working abroad" adventures, I cringe harder than my failed projects from engineering school. I swear, the last time I left the house was when I spotted a delivery guy at the door and I could hear my mom yelling for me to open it—so, who's the real failure here? #AamirKaleem #livingthedream
it's three a.m. and I'm lying in bed, staring at the ceiling while my cousin's vacation selfies pop up on my feed. like, he's literally chilling in Europe with a flat, and here I am, planning my life around my parents' dinner schedule. every time he texts me about his "working abroad" adventures, I cringe harder than my failed projects from engineering school. I swear, the last time I left the house was when I spotted a delivery guy at the door and I could hear my mom yelling for me to open it—so, who's the real failure here? #AamirKaleem #livingthedream
so i just found out that the poetry slam i had my heart set on getting into is all sold out. meanwhile, my friend is buying expensive art pieces like it’s nothing. and here i am—stuck writing in my journal hoping it’ll somehow count as creative progress. i swear, i’ve been rehearsing these beautiful lines in my head while waiting for the microwave to beep—what is even the point if nobody gets to h...