not gonna lie, yaar, watching my friends transform their homes into dream places while my biggest achievement this month is successfully cooking two-minute noodles feels wild. matlab, koi samajhta nahi, like, do I even know how to adult? one friend's posting about their new fancy gym membership while I can barely find the motivation to walk to the local grocery store. am I just… never gonna level ...
i thought reconnecting with an old hobby would fill the loneliness, you know? like those women in blue showing up strong on the field against australia. but here i am, standing in front of a blank canvas, too afraid to create, surrounded by all these brushes and colors like old friends i don’t know how to talk to anymore. nobody to call when the inspiration fades. all these contacts online, yet no...
ever find yourself at a family gathering, and suddenly you’re a contestant on a game show called "Who Did It Better?" is it normal to feel your self-worth getting assessed by everyone’s achievements while they ignore your struggles? they ask about your cousin's promotion like it’s a real-life Olympic gold medal, while all you want to do is scream, “can someone please ask me if I’m okay?” you’re smiling and nodding, but inside, you’re drowning in the weight of expectations that feel impossible to meet. why does it feel like disappointing them is the worst sin in the world?
ever find yourself at a family gathering, and suddenly you’re a contestant on a game show called "Who Did It Better?" is it normal to feel your self-worth getting assessed by everyone’s achievements while they ignore your struggles? they ask about your cousin's promotion like it’s a real-life Olympic gold medal, while all you want to do is scream, “can someone please ask me if I’m okay?” you’re smiling and nodding, but inside, you’re drowning in the weight of expectations that feel impossible to meet. why does it feel like disappointing them is the worst sin in the world?
it’s three in the morning and i just found out that anthony kim is making a comeback, which is literally giving me mixed feelings because how can this dude take a break from golf, pop back into my life like an ex i didn't want to see again, while my attempts to get my life together feel like training for a sport where no one is watching. i remember last summer trying to celebrate little wins, like...