day 17 of my parents' divorce, and somehow I am the family therapist. it’s a goddamn circus where every relative asks me if I’m okay. meanwhile, my siblings throw around words like “better” and “stronger.” all I want is to scream—nobody gets that I’m struggling to hold myself together while pretending everything is fine. the pressure is exhausting, and I’m just a backup plan for parents who forgot...
literally, every time someone brings up that new ramzan package, I feel this deep gut punch, kyunki mujhe samajh nahi aata kaise un logon ki support milti hai jab mujhe har din apne khud ke kharch chhupane mein struggle karna padta hai. लोग समझते हैं कि मैं ठीक हूँ, par सच्चाई ये है कि हर महीने बस एक कमरे की सोच में जी रही हूँ. क्या कोई बताएगा कब तक ये façade चला पाऊँगी? #RamzanPackage #hiddenstru...
wait, so I just revealed my secret obsession with collecting condiment packets in front of my whole team. like, not even the regular ones. I specifically seek out the weird flavors that nobody asks for, thinking it's quirky, but now everyone knows I'm the "mustard packet hoarder." honestly, I just wanted to impress them with my unique taste... now I'm realizing I might need an intervention for my mini sauce stash.
wait, so I just revealed my secret obsession with collecting condiment packets in front of my whole team. like, not even the regular ones. I specifically seek out the weird flavors that nobody asks for, thinking it's quirky, but now everyone knows I'm the "mustard packet hoarder." honestly, I just wanted to impress them with my unique taste... now I'm realizing I might need an intervention for my mini sauce stash.
its 3am and i can’t stop thinking about that Ramzan package. you know, the one for deserving families, that supposedly makes everything better. i feel like my life is a joke because while others receive help, i’m here stuck in my own head, spiraling. a few weeks back, i felt on top of the world, planning future dinners and decorations, but now, it just feels like everything i built was on sand. li...