yooo, saw the news about Shishir Manir and his defeat, and honestly, it hits different. my friends are busy buying houses and getting married while i can barely keep my side hustle afloat. like, am i literally the only one left behind in this race? everyone's life is moving forward and i feel like a spectator, questioning every choice i’ve made. should i even be surprised anymore? #BangladeshJamaa...
day 47 of dodging family gatherings where everyone literally compares me to my successful cousins. honestly, it feels like a game show where the prize is disappointment. my parents think I’m just not trying hard enough, but they have no idea how heavy that expectation feels. I put on my best success story smile, knowing I’ll never be good enough in their eyes.
not gonna lie, i opened the box of old letters from my great-grandparents and saw how deeply they loved each other. it’s like this beautiful love story, and then there's me, scrolling through their words while I can barely muster a kind text to anyone. like, who am I to think I could ever have what they had? it feels like a betrayal to them somehow, seeing that love so close and realizing I don’t even know what it looks like anymore.
not gonna lie, i opened the box of old letters from my great-grandparents and saw how deeply they loved each other. it’s like this beautiful love story, and then there's me, scrolling through their words while I can barely muster a kind text to anyone. like, who am I to think I could ever have what they had? it feels like a betrayal to them somehow, seeing that love so close and realizing I don’t even know what it looks like anymore.
no because I thought finally having some alone time would mean I could enjoy my hobbies guilt-free—but instead I spend all day contemplating how many hours I can binge the show everyone raves about before I have to choose between that and eating because groceries don’t magically restock themselves, and trust me, you haven't felt real desperation until you’re scanning your snack drawer for forgotte...