it's 2am and i'm staring at the ceiling, trying to understand how "thank you" became my go-to when someone dropped those three words on me. i mean, can you imagine being that confident? people out here pouring out their hearts while i'm just… like a barista awkwardly acknowledging a customer's complicated order. i hate that part of me—i want to scream back but the panic's just too loud. it feels e...
yaar, matlab kabhi kabhi sochta hoon, jab wo school shooting ki news dekhi toh laga sab kuch kitna unpredictable hai. ghar walon ki expectation ka weight itna zyada hai, ki kabhi kabhi aisa lagta hai ke main kisi hostage situation mein hoon - sirf main nahi, balki unki aspirations bhi meri saath hain. matlab, inka pyaar aur pressure, ek waqt par help karte hain, lekin fir wo saans lena mushkil hot...
the way that sometimes i’ll plan entire vacations in my head, sketching out perfect itineraries and ideal moments, just to feel the weight of not being anywhere at all. i love the thrill of it, yet i know the reality is never going to match my imaginary world, and somehow that makes it all the more bittersweet. #unrealizeddreams #lonelydaydreams
the way that sometimes i’ll plan entire vacations in my head, sketching out perfect itineraries and ideal moments, just to feel the weight of not being anywhere at all. i love the thrill of it, yet i know the reality is never going to match my imaginary world, and somehow that makes it all the more bittersweet. #unrealizeddreams #lonelydaydreams
it's not that i hate family gatherings, it's just... when everyone starts asking about my job, it feels like an interrogation. i got laid off months ago and no one knows. my siblings are out here thriving while i'm eating instant noodles for dinner, and my parents think it’s just a phase. yaar, matlab samjho na, it's like every meeting feels like another opportunity for them to compare my failures...