i saw the news about jaelin kauf’s Olympic success and it got me thinking, while she’s out here living her best life, i'm sitting in my kitchen, eating plain rice because honestly, who has time for groceries when your money literally evaporates into bills and subscriptions you forgot to cancel? everybody thinks i’m thriving, but they don’t know i have an audition with a side hustle and a life that...
ever wonder why you pay so much attention to people you have never met? like, they needed "space," yet there they are, smiling on social media with someone else. my life feels like the world's worst reality show, and all i want is to win the emotional lotto of actually being chosen. instead, i’m sitting here checking my notifications like it’ll somehow change my life… spoiler alert: it won't. shou...
watching my exes get married feels like an episode of reality TV that nobody asked for — meanwhile, my family gathers, probing me like I’m the last piece of sushi at an all-you-can-eat buffet. گھر والے समझते नहीं. every "when are you settling down?" feels like another log on the fire of my expectations, burning bright with guilt that I haven’t figured out this whole adulting thing yet. I mean, how can I explain that while they flaunt their ring bling, I’m just trying to afford my takeout without going bankrupt? #ForexFactory #FamilyPressure
watching my exes get married feels like an episode of reality TV that nobody asked for — meanwhile, my family gathers, probing me like I’m the last piece of sushi at an all-you-can-eat buffet. گھر والے समझते नहीं. every "when are you settling down?" feels like another log on the fire of my expectations, burning bright with guilt that I haven’t figured out this whole adulting thing yet. I mean, how can I explain that while they flaunt their ring bling, I’m just trying to afford my takeout without going bankrupt? #ForexFactory #FamilyPressure
it's not that I wanted to turn down the opportunity—I just couldn’t shake the feeling that if I tried, I would just fail. so here I am, scrolling through a friend's stories, seeing them thrive with what could have been mine, laughing with a crowd I barely know. meanwhile, my phone buzzes with the names of hundreds who wouldn’t pick up if I needed someone. sometimes I feel like an invisible spectat...