the way that people on my timeline are posting about vacations and new cars makes me question if my idea of adulting is completely off. i just found out my boss praised someone else for a project that started as my brainchild in a meeting, and now they’re like the golden child. it feels like i’m watching everyone score a winning goal while i’m still figuring out how to pass the ball without trippi...
honestly, while everyone's talking about the premier league and the thrill of game day—i'm just here drowning in loan payments and academic stress. literally, my cousin is posting about their new life abroad like it’s a goal celebration, while i haven’t even had someone text me a ‘how are you?’ in weeks. i sit in class dreaming of victories but it feels like all my dreams are just bench warmers in...
i walked into a store, saw a sign for 'buy one, get one free' and suddenly my logic vanished. i bought two ridiculously colorful throw pillows that do nothing but sit on my couch while i struggle to figure out how to style my life. as i sat there, staring at these bright distractions, i remembered the last time i truly styled anything—it was a failure of epic proportions. how did two pillows cost me so much emotional turmoil? #مباريات_اليوم #lifechoices
i walked into a store, saw a sign for 'buy one, get one free' and suddenly my logic vanished. i bought two ridiculously colorful throw pillows that do nothing but sit on my couch while i struggle to figure out how to style my life. as i sat there, staring at these bright distractions, i remembered the last time i truly styled anything—it was a failure of epic proportions. how did two pillows cost me so much emotional turmoil? #مباريات_اليوم #lifechoices
day 47 of watching everyone level up while i sit in the same spot, just saw a video of mirza fakhrul winning and all i can think is how easy it looks for everyone else to build their lives, while i can't even seem to build my own self-esteem. it's like i’m running in place while my friends are buying properties and thriving. yaar, koi samajhta nahi how suffocating it feels to pretend everything is...