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 ...
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....
no because i just saw jason holder making waves in the world cup, and here i am scrolling through my feed, watching friends buy houses while i'm still figuring out how to pay bills. matlab samjho na, मैंने सोचा था कि एक दिन मैं भी कुछ बड़ा करूंगा। लेकिन लगता है हर कोई मेरे आगे दौड़ रहा है, और मैं बस वही पुरानी मिक्सी खाने में उलझा हूँ। किसी को ये नहीं पता कि मेरे पास भी एक डर है, एक उम्मीद है। but i don't know how to make it happen... #JasonHolder #struggling
no because i just saw jason holder making waves in the world cup, and here i am scrolling through my feed, watching friends buy houses while i'm still figuring out how to pay bills. matlab samjho na, मैंने सोचा था कि एक दिन मैं भी कुछ बड़ा करूंगा। लेकिन लगता है हर कोई मेरे आगे दौड़ रहा है, और मैं बस वही पुरानी मिक्सी खाने में उलझा हूँ। किसी को ये नहीं पता कि मेरे पास भी एक डर है, एक उम्मीद है। but i don't know how to make it happen... #JasonHolder #struggling
just realized my 'best friend' only texts me when they need something. like, literally the last time I heard from them was when they were trying to borrow my favorite book. I mean, how do I keep falling for that? am I just here for their convenience? while I keep daydreaming about the cute barista who gives me that smile, my so-called best friend is using me as their emotional vending machine. wha...