no because honestly, watching my batchmate post about their starting salary feels like a punch to the gut. ang hirap talaga. while they're buying houses and living their best lives, I’m here drowning in debts because my family needed help. sometimes I wonder if I made the wrong choices, but then again, how do you say no to family? life just feels so heavy. and then I think about Liverpool facing S...
ngl, I once spent hours meticulously arranging my collection of obscure vinyl records, thinking they would finally bring me some sense of purpose—only to realize I still have no idea how to connect with anyone about my love for them. It’s like, yeah, I can appreciate a dusty album from the seventies—but good luck making small talk with anyone who's never heard of the band that did a one-off concer...
it's not that I dread Friday at four o'clock—it’s just... every time my manager says 'quick chat,' I mentally prepare for the kind of soul-crushing existential crisis that feels like I’m rehearsing my own eulogy. I mean, I’ve got a funeral outfit on standby because, who knows, right? maybe this 'chat' is where they unveil my tragic fate—"you’re just not cut out for this." It feels ridiculous that I spiral, but here I am, mapping out an escape plan with every horrible scenario playing on repeat in my mind like a dysfunctional family Thanksgiving—chaos waiting to explode and no one knows what the hell to do.
it's not that I dread Friday at four o'clock—it’s just... every time my manager says 'quick chat,' I mentally prepare for the kind of soul-crushing existential crisis that feels like I’m rehearsing my own eulogy. I mean, I’ve got a funeral outfit on standby because, who knows, right? maybe this 'chat' is where they unveil my tragic fate—"you’re just not cut out for this." It feels ridiculous that I spiral, but here I am, mapping out an escape plan with every horrible scenario playing on repeat in my mind like a dysfunctional family Thanksgiving—chaos waiting to explode and no one knows what the hell to do.
yaar, jab maine suna Pakistan cricket ki baat, bas ek hi khayal aaya—kyun na mere dost hain jinse match dekhne jaye? ghar wale toh samajhte nahi ki zindagi kyun itni khudgarzi lagti hai. woh sab toh Maldives ki chuttiyan mana rahe hain aur main... main sirf khud se baatein kar raha hoon, jise koi samajhta nahi. sometimes, it feels like even my phone contacts are just names, not actual connections....