wait, you know what’s wild? I finally realized that all the adults were just—winging it. like, I spent the entire summer thinking I was in a reality show about life where the producers forgot to give us a script, and I was literally THAT kid, constantly waiting for a cue. one time, I took my twenty-five dollar loaf of artisanal bread out of the oven, confidently stated it would be the centerpiece ...
watching shafiqur rahman become a name people discuss with admiration feels surreal — especially when I’m still scrolling through old texts with friends who seemed so much more successful when I ghosted them for this job. everyone is posting about their achievements while I can’t even keep a plant alive in this new city. sometimes I think about texting them again, but what would I even say? “sorry...
wait. you ever realize your spotify wrapped is basically a personality test and, honestly, mine screams "confused and struggling"? while my friends are out here vibing to success anthems and house-buying playlists, I’m still binging on sad songs like they hold the secret to happiness. it’s like, literally, everyone is driving brand new cars, and I’m just over here trying to locate the energy to find my other sock. somehow, my whole life looks like a bad karaoke night and everyone else is hitting the high notes, meanwhile I'm trapped in a never-ending cycle of "when did this become my life?"
wait. you ever realize your spotify wrapped is basically a personality test and, honestly, mine screams "confused and struggling"? while my friends are out here vibing to success anthems and house-buying playlists, I’m still binging on sad songs like they hold the secret to happiness. it’s like, literally, everyone is driving brand new cars, and I’m just over here trying to locate the energy to find my other sock. somehow, my whole life looks like a bad karaoke night and everyone else is hitting the high notes, meanwhile I'm trapped in a never-ending cycle of "when did this become my life?"
پیارے یار، ہر بار جب سوشل میڈیا پر لوگوں کی عیاشیوں کے بارے میں دیکھتا ہوں، میں سوچتا ہوں کہ میں کہاں ہوں۔ میری دنیا اتنی تنگ ہو گئی ہے کہ میرے پاس سو سے زیادہ نمبر ہیں، مگر کوئی ایسا نہیں جو مجھے جانتا ہو۔ میں تنہا بیٹھا ہوں، یہ محسوس کرتے ہوئے کہ ہر ایک جیسے کبھی پیچھے چھوڑی ہوئی محبتیں ہیں، بس خواب میں دکھائی دیتے ہیں۔ کبھی کبھی سوچتا ہوں، کیا مجھے بھی وہ قصہ بننا چاہیے جو سب نے سنا ہے، یا بس ی...