it’s not that i don’t care about painting, it’s just that i can't remember the last time i picked up a brush for myself. every time i create, it’s about the people watching, the accolades, the validation, and i can hear them saying, "you’re so talented" when i really just feel... hollow. there’s an easel in my living room collecting dust, staring at me like a reminder that i traded my passion for ...
not gonna lie, yaar, every time i see news about the state bank of pakistan, it hits differently, matlab, people are crying foul over frozen accounts and i’m just here still wondering how my own savings feel like a permanent ghost town—so many contacts but no one to call when things go south, bhai, yaariyan ka to pata nahi, but isolation feels so heavy, like every promotion people discuss at reuni...
life feels like one big reality show sometimes, just filled with expectations and comparisons. family functions are basically interrogations—everyone’s like, “kya tumne abhi tak promotion nahi liya?” or “dekh lo, dekhiye mere cousin ki job!” and i’m here barely keeping my sanity intact. yaar, matlab samjho na, mujhe bhi toh struggles hain, but nobody sees beyond their own perfect picture. agar sirf mein ek game show contestant hota, toh mujhe jeetne ka pressure nahi hota. family ki wajah se har waqt disappointment ka feeling rehta hai. #The50RealityShowContestants #familydrama
life feels like one big reality show sometimes, just filled with expectations and comparisons. family functions are basically interrogations—everyone’s like, “kya tumne abhi tak promotion nahi liya?” or “dekh lo, dekhiye mere cousin ki job!” and i’m here barely keeping my sanity intact. yaar, matlab samjho na, mujhe bhi toh struggles hain, but nobody sees beyond their own perfect picture. agar sirf mein ek game show contestant hota, toh mujhe jeetne ka pressure nahi hota. family ki wajah se har waqt disappointment ka feeling rehta hai. #The50RealityShowContestants #familydrama
the way that i thought i had a solid grasp on my friendships… only to find out they think my most *relatable* quality is being a living meme. like, when i thought i was relatable, they were actually just laughing at my very existence. so, apparently my dramatic "is this my life?" meltdown at brunch wasn't met with sympathy, but rather a hashtag-worthy moment they discuss like it's a comedy special...