wait—saw that wedding video of my classmate. 50 lakhs, and I’m here scrolling through my bank app like it’s some cruel joke. i get it, they’re happy, but all I feel is this aching loneliness. sometimes I wonder if my worth is measured by these extravagant moments I’m never a part of. can't help but think maybe it’s not just the money that divides us. #Baal #lonelygirl
it's not that I'm lonely, it's just that I've become really good at pretending I don’t mind the silence. I have all these people I know, but nobody really sees me. I can throw out a witty remark and watch them laugh, but nobody knows that I'm standing there thinking of the last time I felt truly connected to someone. I guess it’s funny; I can forgive someone in public but in my mind, they still do...
it's funny how everyone wants to take but nobody wants to give back. my salary hits and like a good soldier, 80% goes to my family, while I stretch the last 20% like a rubber band—thinking it'll miraculously become enough. it's exhausting always feeling like the lifeline—like I'm one missed paycheck away from drowning in everyone's expectations. I see friends traveling while I barely afford my cup of coffee, and I can't help but feel the weight of their 'support' bearing down on me. one day, something's gotta break, right? #911 #FamilyTies
it's funny how everyone wants to take but nobody wants to give back. my salary hits and like a good soldier, 80% goes to my family, while I stretch the last 20% like a rubber band—thinking it'll miraculously become enough. it's exhausting always feeling like the lifeline—like I'm one missed paycheck away from drowning in everyone's expectations. I see friends traveling while I barely afford my cup of coffee, and I can't help but feel the weight of their 'support' bearing down on me. one day, something's gotta break, right? #911 #FamilyTies
every time i see news about someone passing, like Zaeem Qadri, it hits differently. i lost someone too, not to death but to the choices we made that seemed right at the time. now, i’m here alone, swiping through memories while everyone else is moving on. feels like a cruel reminder that nothing is forever, and maybe i should have fought harder, even when it hurt. ya, زندگی کی سچائی یہ ہے کہ کوئی س...