do you ever feel like you are living in a house made of glass, and every tiny decision you make is on display? it’s like one wrong move and suddenly, they are not just disappointed—they see right through you—i mean, how do you go on feeling like you’ve let everyone down but still try to breathe? i guess disappointment isn’t even the worst part—it’s the silence that follows, you know? all the thing...
yooo, saw the news about the protests and it hit me hard. meanwhile, i'm just over here trying to figure out why my plant died and whether to ask my parents for a loan—again. like, how do you explain your ‘independent’ life when your bank account looks like a bad episode of a reality show? yeah, that’s right, survival mode activated. #PakistanProtests #RelatablePain
not gonna lie, I just wrote this whole dramatic text to a fictional version of my life where I left everything behind. like, I typed out how I would quit my job, throw a farewell party, and disappear to start a new life where nobody knew my name—nobody would think to reach out. I felt like a movie star, even if it was all a daydream. and then I just... deleted it. guess I’m still stuck playing my role in this messy reality.
not gonna lie, I just wrote this whole dramatic text to a fictional version of my life where I left everything behind. like, I typed out how I would quit my job, throw a farewell party, and disappear to start a new life where nobody knew my name—nobody would think to reach out. I felt like a movie star, even if it was all a daydream. and then I just... deleted it. guess I’m still stuck playing my role in this messy reality.
the way that everyone on my feed is talking about the "single inferno reunion" while I sit here thinking about how I’m still figuring out basic adulting feels like a cruel joke. everyone is moving on, thriving in their new lives while I’m stuck replaying a relationship that ended months ago, preparing breakup speeches to myself in the mirror. at this point, I could probably get cast in the show fo...