it's 2am and i just saw someone i grew up with post a picture in a restaurant where we used to hang out. they didn’t even tag me, but acted like we were never friends. i know this isn’t about me, but it feels like a betrayal. one day they knew everything about my struggles, and now they don’t even know my name. does everyone just move on, and i'm left feeling like an old receipt you forget to thro...
last night, I overheard my uncle bragging about his big bonuses in front of my relatives — while I'm just trying to figure out how to pay this month's bills. the whole family thinks I’m doing well because I have a 'good job' but they don't see my bank account. yaar, matlab samjho na, my ‘nice clothes’ are mostly borrowed or bought on sale just to fit in. hearing about tariffs on Bangladeshi goods ...
not gonna lie, every time I open the fridge and see my sad kale wilt, I feel like an imposter in my own life. I mean, who am I fooling here? pretending to care about nutrition while crushing three-day-old takeout. my colleagues brag about their self-care routines, while I’m over here scheduling “me-time” just to sit in silence—praying nobody finds out I’m one PowerPoint presentation away from complete meltdown. every day feels like the costume party of my own existence, and I forgot to take off the mask.
not gonna lie, every time I open the fridge and see my sad kale wilt, I feel like an imposter in my own life. I mean, who am I fooling here? pretending to care about nutrition while crushing three-day-old takeout. my colleagues brag about their self-care routines, while I’m over here scheduling “me-time” just to sit in silence—praying nobody finds out I’m one PowerPoint presentation away from complete meltdown. every day feels like the costume party of my own existence, and I forgot to take off the mask.
i am building a life that looks good on paper—but it's not the life i wanted. my parents wanted a doctor, so here i am, drowning in textbooks, while secretly hoping my hot glue gun skills could land me a job as a craft influencer—what's more valuable, really? it’s wild how the “great expectations” of family can drown out your own dreams, leaving you plastered to a desk in a sea of aspirations you ...