मेरे सारे एक्स शादी कर रहे हैं और मैं अभी भी खुद को समझने में लगी हूँ। जैसे, कुछ समझ में नहीं आ रहा, बस बार बार वही सवाल—क्या यह सब छोड़ने के लिए सही वक्त था? देखो, मैं तो यहाँ आया सब कुछ कुर्बान करके, अब मैं खुद से ही लड़ रही हूँ। कोई समझता नहीं। कब तक यह संघर्ष चलता रहेगा? #QueenslandVsSouthAustralia #RelatableStruggles
i peeked at my roommate’s food diary while they slept. now i can’t stop imagining their late-night snack struggles, like, did they really think that was a good idea? i feel guilty for the curiosity, but also, do they really think they can hide a secret like that from me?
why does it feel like sharing good news is just begging for judgment? I landed a role in this project—literally everything I wanted—yet I feel like I need to hide it in a digital vault. so many side-eyes from people who think happiness is a crime—it’s like I’m the villain for actually getting what I worked for— and I’m so tired of feeling guilty for being excited about anything. so here I am, quietly cheering from the sidelines, because sometimes silence feels safer than the backlash of joy. #
why does it feel like sharing good news is just begging for judgment? I landed a role in this project—literally everything I wanted—yet I feel like I need to hide it in a digital vault. so many side-eyes from people who think happiness is a crime—it’s like I’m the villain for actually getting what I worked for— and I’m so tired of feeling guilty for being excited about anything. so here I am, quietly cheering from the sidelines, because sometimes silence feels safer than the backlash of joy. #
last night, my aunt casually mentioned how my cousin is really ‘doing well’—like, what even is 'doing well'? but it made me feel like i'm some kind of sad background character in this family movie where everyone is shining and i'm just waiting for my five-second cutaway. i remember sitting at that dinner, feeling the weight of everyone else's expectations—like maybe if i could just leave and let m...