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Stories: it's not that i want what others have—it's just hard watching friends celebrate …

wait—everyone loves my coworker who always brings cupcakes to the office, but nobody sees the pattern: she ONLY makes them on the days she knows her work is under scrutiny. it’s like a sugary smoke screen—throw some frosting on the mess and pray we all forget she never finishes her reports. #sugarcoatedchaos #officeantics

not gonna lie, family gatherings feel like an Olympic sport. every question feels like an interrogation, and I’m not even competing in the right events. my cousins have houses, families, and fancy jobs, and here I am trying to explain why my biggest achievement this year was teaching my dog to sit. my parents don’t see me. they only see the 'potential' they think I’ve wasted. sometimes I wonder if...

it's not that i want what others have—it's just hard watching friends celebrate their new homes while i struggle to pay rent and honestly, the only thing in my life moving forward is the pile of takeout boxes in my kitchen; meanwhile, every news cycle about the elections has everyone discussing progress and here i am, still trying to find a reason to keep showing up when all i feel is like a ghost in my own life—nobody’s asking if i'm okay, and part of me wonders if they even notice that i exist at all. #BangladeshElections #RealTalk

it's not that i want what others have—it's just hard watching friends celebrate their new homes while i struggle to pay rent and honestly, the only thing in my life moving forward is the pile of takeout boxes in my kitchen; meanwhile, every news cycle about the elections has everyone discussing progress and here i am, still trying to find a reason to keep showing up when all i feel is like a ghost in my own life—nobody’s asking if i'm okay, and part of me wonders if they even notice that i exist at all. #BangladeshElections #RealTalk

yo, bruh, so I was trying to explain why I freak out whenever I see a pigeon, like, literally, I get that they're just birds, right? but somehow I ended up sharing the whole story about how one attacked me when I was five and I started crying. now everyone knows I’m low-key terrified of pigeons, and I’m just standing there wishing I could vanish, while they’re cracking jokes about me. it’s like, w...