it's not that I don’t want to help train my replacement, it's just that I'm literally being pushed aside without anyone telling me I'm leaving, like my whole role is just a footnote in this messy political drama nobody seems to care about, and meanwhile I'm here wondering if I'm gonna be the laughingstock at my next job interview for getting kicked to the curb without any warning. #PoliticalDramaM...
honestly, watching sanjay kapoor in that action drama trailer made me think about how everyone assumes i’m thriving while i’m literally drowning in bills and debt. my relatives ask about my job like i’m living some fairy tale, but they have no idea that my reality is late fees and skipped meals. every wedding invitation feels like a reminder of how alone i am in this struggle, and it’s exhausting ...
it's not that i don't care about my dreams. it's just... whenever i see my friends living their lives, starting families and glowing in happiness, i feel this deep pit in my stomach. kya hai ye jo main feel kar rahi hoon? mujhe to bas ek empty room aur main. maybe it's easier to hide behind this façade than to admit how lonely i really am.
it's not that i don't care about my dreams. it's just... whenever i see my friends living their lives, starting families and glowing in happiness, i feel this deep pit in my stomach. kya hai ye jo main feel kar rahi hoon? mujhe to bas ek empty room aur main. maybe it's easier to hide behind this façade than to admit how lonely i really am.
just realized i committed to a monthly book club four weeks ago but i thought it was a weekly *diet* club, so now i’m two hangry sessions behind, and instead of discussing great literature, i’m awkwardly Googling “best snacks for literary analysis” while fully knowing i could have just shown up with an empty plate and a pack of cookies to really drive home my *existential dread.*