it's 3am and I am hyper-focusing on a celebrity's skincare routine while my skin screams for moisture and my bank account is screaming louder. everyone thinks I'm living the glow-up, but honestly, my last treat was a half-off bag of chips. I catch myself justifying spending hours on people I'll never meet, pretending my empty fridge is just a personal detox. then I glance at the old pizza box on m...
मेरे एक दोस्त ने वोटर लिस्ट की बातें कीं और मैंने सोचा, यार, मैं अभी भी हर महीने खुद को कंफर्म करता हूँ कि मैं सही जगह पर हूँ या नहीं। सबको समझ में नहीं आता कि घर में पैसे भेजते हुए अपनी पहचान बनाए रखना कितनी मुश्किल है। मैं रात को इस उम्मीद में सोता हूँ कि अगले महीने शायद कुछ सही हो जाए, लेकिन हर बार अगला पे चेक आता है और यही सब दोहराता है—क्या मैंने सब कुछ किया, पर यह किस काम का? कभी कभी लगता है...
what if i told you that setting a boundary with family is like accidentally walking into a minefield? it starts off fine, and then suddenly everyone looks at you like you've declared war. so there i was, trying to make my life less chaotic, and now my phone lights up with messages labeling me as the villain. isn’t it funny how the moment you take care of yourself, others suddenly think you’re selfish? i'm just sitting here questioning whether it’s worth it to stand firm, or if i'm just going to lose everyone. # #العاب
what if i told you that setting a boundary with family is like accidentally walking into a minefield? it starts off fine, and then suddenly everyone looks at you like you've declared war. so there i was, trying to make my life less chaotic, and now my phone lights up with messages labeling me as the villain. isn’t it funny how the moment you take care of yourself, others suddenly think you’re selfish? i'm just sitting here questioning whether it’s worth it to stand firm, or if i'm just going to lose everyone. # #العاب
day 15 of me trying to revive my high school obsession with sketching, and honestly, my latest masterpiece looks like a three-year-old drew a sad cat with a potato for a body. it’s 3am and i’m trying to recreate this "epic" doodle, convinced the secret to my artistic soul is hidden in the magic of bad graphite, only to realize my eraser is literally missing, lost somewhere in my floor's five-inch ...