bruh, watching everyone around me get promoted while I just sit here wondering if my boss even remembers my name feels like some sick cosmic joke - like, did I miss the memo on how to "actually" climb the corporate ladder, or is it just one giant game of musical chairs where I got stuck under the seat? and now with all this stock market noise, like the hype around that tcs share price, I can't hel...
not gonna lie, while everyone was celebrating the kwality walls share price launch, i was just sitting there reminiscing about the last time someone held my hand like it was a sundae – sweet, but now completely melted away. seeing couples laugh over ice cream made me realize i used to be part of a beautiful mess that i now can’t even find on Google maps. like, where did that spark go? now i'm just...
it's not that i don't want to celebrate others' success. it's just that every time i see people i barely know bragging about new jobs, houses, or even buying ice cream shares, i feel this deep pit in my stomach. like how am i still stuck, scraping by? my coworkers throw around words like 'growth' while i pretend my throat isn’t closing up when they talk about investments. sometimes, when i'm alone, i wonder if kwality walls ever figured out what kind of flavor i am - lost, bitter, or just plain empty. i mean, at least their ice cream’s got something sweet to offer. #KwalityWallsSharePrice #BittersweetTruth
it's not that i don't want to celebrate others' success. it's just that every time i see people i barely know bragging about new jobs, houses, or even buying ice cream shares, i feel this deep pit in my stomach. like how am i still stuck, scraping by? my coworkers throw around words like 'growth' while i pretend my throat isn’t closing up when they talk about investments. sometimes, when i'm alone, i wonder if kwality walls ever figured out what kind of flavor i am - lost, bitter, or just plain empty. i mean, at least their ice cream’s got something sweet to offer. #KwalityWallsSharePrice #BittersweetTruth
you know, while everyone’s arguing over tasmania vs new south wales, i’m sitting here alone at a café, scrolling through messages from friends who’ve all turned into ghosts. nobody gets it. no one calls anymore when you’re just ‘fine,’ you know? hundred contacts on my phone but none who actually see me. just yesterday, i thought about texting my best friend, but then what’s the point? life feels l...