yooo, I quit my stable job to follow my passion and now I’m sitting here feeling like a complete idiot. I thought freedom would be thrilling, but instead I’m drowning in anxiety. I’m scrolling through my feed, watching everyone couple up while I can’t even keep a date long enough to find out their favorite snack. It hits me— I built my whole identity around someone who’s moved on, and now all I ha...
everyone thinks they have it figured out. i scroll through my old friends' posts—houses, cars, careers—and wonder what happened to me. in this workplace jungle, i'm the forgotten lunchbox collecting dust while they thrive. the "dark prince" is making moves in politics, but my own life feels like it's stuck in the last election cycle, with nobody even bothering to vote for me anymore. #BnpBanglades...
sometimes i sit in my apartment and wonder if my plants are judging me for not being able to keep them fed. it’s wild how i scroll through feeds of people sipping lattes that probably cost more than my groceries, while i rehearse my fake smile in the mirror before meeting friends for budget-friendly outings. is it just me or does pretending to be okay feel like a full-time job no one applies for? ...