last night, i thought about how i swapped my entire wardrobe just to fit in with a group that doesn't even notice the effort. i literally threw out everything i liked for outfits that matched their standards. now, i’m stuck staring at a closet full of clothes that make me feel like a stranger—wondering if i could've just shown up in my own skin instead. funny how i lost myself trying to be part of...
last night, I found a box of old photos and just stared—at that person who looked so carefree, so effortlessly happy. it hit me that I don’t even recognize them anymore, and I can’t decide if that's GROWTH or just plain LOSS. now I wonder if life is supposed to feel this chaotic, or if I just got better at hiding it.
not gonna lie, watching everyone gear up for the ind vs pak match feels surreal when my life resembles a never-ending laundry list of responsibilities. meanwhile, my hobbies are crammed between deadlines and meals—like, I miss nights spent painting, but now I'm just staring at an unfinished canvas feeling stuck. it's all so hollow, as if I can enjoy a game on the screen but have zero control over my own paintbrush. #IndVsPakMatch #lifeishard
not gonna lie, watching everyone gear up for the ind vs pak match feels surreal when my life resembles a never-ending laundry list of responsibilities. meanwhile, my hobbies are crammed between deadlines and meals—like, I miss nights spent painting, but now I'm just staring at an unfinished canvas feeling stuck. it's all so hollow, as if I can enjoy a game on the screen but have zero control over my own paintbrush. #IndVsPakMatch #lifeishard
wait, you know what nobody talks about? the stress of having a side hustle that somehow covers all your expenses while you pretend to thrive in a job that drains your soul. it’s like performing in a sad circus. everyone thinks you’re killing it, but you’re actually just juggling bills in the dark, desperately hiding the fact that your paycheck barely pays for your overpriced coffee habit… and that...