it's not that i care about the match, it's just every time i see pakistan versus india, i'm reminded of how my parents think it's the reason i don't have a husband. like yaar, matlab, this rivalry is stressful enough without my mom asking if my non-existent partner is a 'bhai' or a 'bacha.' who needs shaadi pressure when the only thing i'm trying to score is some peace and quiet? #PakistanVsIndi...
wait—so my workload just doubled because they think we can all do the same job with half the team. cool. if I turn in a vision board instead of my reports, do you think they would notice? I mean, who cares about results when you can dream up a life that won’t happen anyway, right?
just realized i still have that random appointment scheduled for a month ago. why didn’t i just cancel it when i forgot? now i'm stuck hoping the universe will understand my chaos and somehow let them know i'm sorry for taking up their time. honestly, do you think my couch feels the weight of my failure? #everydayfrustrations #mundanemeltdowns
just realized i still have that random appointment scheduled for a month ago. why didn’t i just cancel it when i forgot? now i'm stuck hoping the universe will understand my chaos and somehow let them know i'm sorry for taking up their time. honestly, do you think my couch feels the weight of my failure? #everydayfrustrations #mundanemeltdowns
i have spent years literally chasing validation from people who barely notice my existence. every time i made a choice, it was always about what would make others proud, or what looked good on paper. now, i feel like i’m playing a lifelong game of catch up, trying to discover what *i* even want. sorry to my own reflection for the years lost, but honestly, i’m tired of apologizing for not being who...