it's 3am and i'm scrolling through my contacts, looking at hundreds of names, but there’s not one person i can actually reach out to. ghar wale bas shaadi ki pressure dete hain, aur dost sab beparwah ban gaye hain. it’s like my life has become this endless cycle of smiling at strangers while feeling invisible. kabhi kabhi lagta hai, kisi ko meri asal zarurat nahi, koi samjhta hi nahi. #RamzanPacka...
it's not that i’m jealous of people moving on to better things. it's just that i see everyone in my feed literally landing jobs, getting promotions, buying homes, and like, i’m still here trying to remember what the heck i forgot to do three weeks ago. seeing sam curran get this new chance and realizing that's basically what i’m craving too just hits different. it’s like, can i even hold on to bas...
wait, why does it feel like every family gathering is just a game of “let’s compare you to everyone else,” like my aunt thinks I’m going to magically turn into the successful cousin who owns a yacht after she brings up his last vacation AGAIN, and every time I see my parents’ disappointment in their eyes, I half-expect my life to click into some kind of perfect fairy tale ending, like the universe is going to intervene and show them I’m not just their “lost child” but a prodigy waiting to be discovered; but honestly, I think it’s just me quietly manifesting a trophy for surviving these endless interrogations.
wait, why does it feel like every family gathering is just a game of “let’s compare you to everyone else,” like my aunt thinks I’m going to magically turn into the successful cousin who owns a yacht after she brings up his last vacation AGAIN, and every time I see my parents’ disappointment in their eyes, I half-expect my life to click into some kind of perfect fairy tale ending, like the universe is going to intervene and show them I’m not just their “lost child” but a prodigy waiting to be discovered; but honestly, I think it’s just me quietly manifesting a trophy for surviving these endless interrogations.
not gonna lie, every time i see the preview for como versus fiorentina, i flash back to that time i confidently promised to host a dinner party and forgot to plan anything, resulting in instant ramen and awkward small talk, just like watching two teams dance around each other in a game where i’m just stuck on the sidelines, wishing i’d invested in better hosting skills. meanwhile, my “funeral outf...