it’s 3 am and i’m scrolling through photos of strangers celebrating goals in a stadium, while my fridge hums louder than my feelings. somewhere in the chaos, i realize my friends have become like those highlights—moments that flash by without me in them. hundreds of contacts in my phone, yet i can't remember the last time someone asked if i was okay, and honestly, it's starting to feel like i’m th...
wait, so while all my cousins are posting engagement pics, my mom keeps comparing me to them at family gatherings like it’s a competition I didn’t even know I entered. like, how can I explain that I can’t even choose a cereal in the morning, let alone a partner? and then there's uncle Raj who thinks he's a relationship expert because his wife still laughs at his jokes. yeah right. I mean, I’m tryi...
bruh, scrolling through social media feels like watching everyone get married while i’m still trying to find my socks. my friends are posting about new cars, like, how do you even afford a car when i can’t afford takeout? i literally googled “symptoms of being left behind” and it suggested applying for a loan. so here i am, daydreaming about manifesting a miracle—like maybe my life insurance money will suddenly grow legs and start paying for my groceries.
bruh, scrolling through social media feels like watching everyone get married while i’m still trying to find my socks. my friends are posting about new cars, like, how do you even afford a car when i can’t afford takeout? i literally googled “symptoms of being left behind” and it suggested applying for a loan. so here i am, daydreaming about manifesting a miracle—like maybe my life insurance money will suddenly grow legs and start paying for my groceries.
wait. my friends are out here buying condos while I’m sitting here praying my car won’t break down this month. I’m the one they call when they need cash, but nobody sees how much I’m drowning in bills and credit card debt. life feels like a constant performance, smiling while I mentally calculate if I can afford a cheap takeout or if I need to eat instant noodles again. the worst part? I can’t eve...