last night, i was scrolling through old messages, wondering if that person i mistreated years ago remembers me as fondly as i remember them. i can't help but think, would they laugh it off or cringe at the thought of reaching out? this feeling is like being surrounded by a crowd yet still feeling like nobody knows the real me. now, it feels like trying to understand why Babar Azam's struggling und...
honestly, every family gathering feels like an interrogation about my life choices, like why can’t I just explain to them that literally my paycheck is gone before I can even think about savings? घर वाले समझते नहीं, koi samajh nahi raha yaar, jab sab siblings baat karte hain apne career successes ki, main bas khud ko convincing karte rahata hoon ki aaj na khudko compare karna hai, jabki bank balan...
day 23 of pretending everything is fine. my mom found my social media and now she's asking why my posts look all happy and travel-y while i’m in my tiny apartment just staring at overdue bills like they're art. it's like a sport, really—who can pretend the hardest? meanwhile, i'm considering selling my old video games just to make rent—those little pieces of nostalgia might just be the only thing standing between me and complete financial disaster. but then i hear about schools restoring sports programs and wonder if i should sign up for something, just to feel like i’m winning at life—if only in my head. #Sports #MoneyStruggles
day 23 of pretending everything is fine. my mom found my social media and now she's asking why my posts look all happy and travel-y while i’m in my tiny apartment just staring at overdue bills like they're art. it's like a sport, really—who can pretend the hardest? meanwhile, i'm considering selling my old video games just to make rent—those little pieces of nostalgia might just be the only thing standing between me and complete financial disaster. but then i hear about schools restoring sports programs and wonder if i should sign up for something, just to feel like i’m winning at life—if only in my head. #Sports #MoneyStruggles
not gonna lie, I stumbled upon an old photo of me at a party wearing a unicorn onesie, surrounded by friends I don’t even recognize now. it’s wild how I’ve got hundreds of contacts in my phone but when I’m low, I can’t think of one person to call who actually knows me. sometimes I wonder if growing up is just collecting ghosts of people who used to care, while I’m here juggling memories and silent...