literally every time I pull into the gas station, I imagine I’m one of those rich people who just fill their tanks and drive off without checking. meanwhile, I’m squinting at my bank app, trying to justify buying an iced coffee to keep my spirit alive, but also like... can I survive until next payday? I swear my phone keeps crashing just to remind me that I owe on that random credit card I signed ...
honestly, seeing everyone rave about the new thriving kids plan feels like a slap. while those kids get a clear shot at help, i’m left with echoes of former friends who won’t even recognize me. i remember being the kid with a wild imagination, yet now i scroll through hundreds of contacts on my phone, and not one person gets what i'm really going through. i mean, what's it take to really connect t...
it's not that i don't care about cricket, it's just that watching England win against Sri Lanka makes me feel even more stuck, yaar. while everyone talks about investments and dreams, i'm here just hoping my old bike lasts another month—without falling apart, matlab. my friends are busy showing off their new cars and homes, while my biggest achievement this week is finding enough change to buy lunch. but bhai, nobody knows the struggle, hai na? #EnglandVsSriLanka #RelatableMisery
it's not that i don't care about cricket, it's just that watching England win against Sri Lanka makes me feel even more stuck, yaar. while everyone talks about investments and dreams, i'm here just hoping my old bike lasts another month—without falling apart, matlab. my friends are busy showing off their new cars and homes, while my biggest achievement this week is finding enough change to buy lunch. but bhai, nobody knows the struggle, hai na? #EnglandVsSriLanka #RelatableMisery
the way that persiba bantul is making headlines got me thinking about the last time i felt like a winner. not at a game, but just in life. when did my group of friends become a ghost town? i scroll through my contacts, wondering why i feel more connected to my toxic coworkers than anyone who actually knows me. no one to call when i need to laugh or scream about the mundane chaos of adulthood—just ...