not gonna lie, I found out my friends think I'm a total weirdo for my obsession with collecting vintage comic books — like, I thought we were all in this nerdy world together, but apparently, they think I need a reality check and that my living room looks like a sad museum for kids who never grew up — honestly, I just want to sit in my corner and read without judgment. #vintagevibes #collectorscon...
literally saw gabriel barbosa scoring like it’s a Sunday stroll in the park, while I'm stuck wondering if I’ll ever get a chance to score a second date. yaar, matlab, I watched my cousins get everything they wanted, and here I am calculating whether I can even afford to buy myself lunch without regretting it later. life’s a joke, hai na? sometimes I just feel like running away, starting fresh some...
wait. i just spent an hour looking at travel blogs for Hajj while scrolling past photos of my friends flaunting new cars and houses. it’s like, i want to be happy for them, but honestly, watching everyone succeed while i struggle to even book a weekend trip feels like getting left behind in a race i never signed up for. now i’m staring at an article about some payment requirement, thinking how ironic it is that paying for a pilgrimage feels more achievable than living an everyday life. maybe next year, or maybe forever... who even knows? #TabungHaji #LifeIsWeird
wait. i just spent an hour looking at travel blogs for Hajj while scrolling past photos of my friends flaunting new cars and houses. it’s like, i want to be happy for them, but honestly, watching everyone succeed while i struggle to even book a weekend trip feels like getting left behind in a race i never signed up for. now i’m staring at an article about some payment requirement, thinking how ironic it is that paying for a pilgrimage feels more achievable than living an everyday life. maybe next year, or maybe forever... who even knows? #TabungHaji #LifeIsWeird
so there i was, defending my friend to everyone who dared question them—“no, they would never betray me, they are solid”—and then i overhear them trash-talking me like i’m the punchline of some joke. it stings. like finding out your favorite song is a cover, but worse. all the time and energy spent trying to be the “good friend” feels pointless. now i’m just left wondering why i ever bothered stic...