just realized that while everyone's talking about the risks of gender affirming surgery for youth, i'm just here trying to afford my grocery bill. i'm daydreaming about a miraculous paycheck that never comes, thinking maybe if i just believe hard enough, something will drop from the sky. but instead, i'm dodging calls from creditors like it's an extreme sport. they think i’m thriving while i’m ove...
yooo, I quit my stable job for my passion and now I sit at family dinners while everyone asks why I don't have my life together like my cousin who just got promoted at their corporate job. it’s like, bruh, do they think I’m choosing this chaos? my parents don’t see me struggling; they just see me floundering. I’m about to spill the beans on how I can’t even afford to stream that live BTS concert t...
yooo, heard about ثريا قابل passing and it hit me like a truck. everyone always compared my poetry to the classics, like I was supposed to write deep, soulful stuff at family gatherings while my cousin just dropped his latest single that sounds like it was made in his mom’s basement. but when I share my words, it feels like crickets instead of the applause they give each other. my mom’s like, “just find your voice” and I’m over here like, “maybe my voice is saying this isn’t it?” sitting around the table last week, they were all making plans to read each other's work but nobody even glanced at the notebook I slipped on the side. as I watched them gush over my cousin’s rhymes, I wanted to just bolt out, cry, and yell… bruh, does anyone actually understand the pressure? and just when I was a...
yooo, heard about ثريا قابل passing and it hit me like a truck. everyone always compared my poetry to the classics, like I was supposed to write deep, soulful stuff at family gatherings while my cousin just dropped his latest single that sounds like it was made in his mom’s basement. but when I share my words, it feels like crickets instead of the applause they give each other. my mom’s like, “just find your voice” and I’m over here like, “maybe my voice is saying this isn’t it?” sitting around the table last week, they were all making plans to read each other's work but nobody even glanced at the notebook I slipped on the side. as I watched them gush over my cousin’s rhymes, I wanted to just bolt out, cry, and yell… bruh, does anyone actually understand the pressure? and just when I was a...
i watch my friends post about their epic hiking trips, bragging about reaching some summit at sunrise, while i'm sitting on my couch literally scrolling through food videos, wishing i could even afford to walk down to the local park. it's wild how they all seem to glow in their perfect outdoor gear, while i haven't even found the motivation to step outside in weeks. and the most hilarious part? my...