looking in the mirror, sometimes i see my parents staring back at me. their insecurities somehow became mine, like a twisted inheritance. i’m aware of every little quirk, every fearful glance they gave at life, and deep down, part of me resents that i can’t escape it. am i really my own person, or just a sequel to their story that never quite left the draft stage? #selfreflection #familyheritage
क्योंकि पता है, सबको लगता है मैं बहुत strong हूँ, लेकिन कोई नहीं जानता मैं कितनी lonely feel करती हूँ। सभी के पास नई नई कारें और महंगे घर हैं, और मैं अभी भी basics में struggle कर रही हूँ। कहीं भी कोशिश करो, अपने best friend के शादी के बाद, वो stranger बन गई और मुझे उनका missing piece अब भी दिमाग में haunt कर रहा है। एक तरह से तो खुश हूँ सबकी तरक्की के लिए, पर अंदर से ऐसा लगता है जैसे मैं हमेशा पी...
the way that my sibling borrowed fifty dollars 'temporarily' to buy a fancy blender two years ago, and now i’m on a desperate search for the best way to turn water into actual money. i tried to convince myself it’s fine, because at least my smoothies are gonna be super fancy. but honestly, the blender's probably just mocking me every time i pass by it, blending dreams i never had.
the way that my sibling borrowed fifty dollars 'temporarily' to buy a fancy blender two years ago, and now i’m on a desperate search for the best way to turn water into actual money. i tried to convince myself it’s fine, because at least my smoothies are gonna be super fancy. but honestly, the blender's probably just mocking me every time i pass by it, blending dreams i never had.
honestly, scrolling through the family group chat feels like watching a highlight reel of everyone else's lives while my own feels like an unedited blooper. i cheer on friends posting their perfect moments, but deep down, it’s like a silent scream knowing i can barely keep my plants alive. #comparisontrap #leftbehind