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Stories: just realized that while my batchmate is flexing their second car, i’m here wond…

last night, my parents showed up unannounced. they walked in and were met with the scent of three-day-old pizza and a sink full of mystery dishes. mom asked why my brother's house looks like a Pinterest dream while mine looks like a college dorm filled with empty takeout boxes. it’s like every family gathering is a performance where they never realize I’m the understudy, too tired to even memorize...

last night, I opened my phone and saw a friend flaunting their new car, all shiny and gleaming. meanwhile, I'm at home in my tiny apartment, still figuring out which bills to prioritize. it’s like everyone else has found their perfect path, while I’m just stumbling through this dark maze called adulthood. I keep scrolling, pretending I’m happy for them, but inside, I’m just feeling… left behind. i...

just realized that while my batchmate is flexing their second car, i’m here wondering if the bus driver will even let me sit in the front seat today. matlab, who do i even think i am, right? while they’re counting their horsepower, i’m over here counting the number of days i’ve survived the daily grind. ab itna to sach hai, their car is fancy but my personality is an absolute 100 percent certified wreck — and yaad rakh, in this economy, even my jokes come with a side of heartbreak. #NasserHussain #relatable

just realized that while my batchmate is flexing their second car, i’m here wondering if the bus driver will even let me sit in the front seat today. matlab, who do i even think i am, right? while they’re counting their horsepower, i’m over here counting the number of days i’ve survived the daily grind. ab itna to sach hai, their car is fancy but my personality is an absolute 100 percent certified wreck — and yaad rakh, in this economy, even my jokes come with a side of heartbreak. #NasserHussain #relatable

they think my closet is filled with designer clothes — I smile and nod while inside I'm wearing the same four outfits, rotating like a sad carousel. I manifest abundance every night, praying the universe slips me a winning lottery ticket while my heart races over an overdue bill. every time I swipe my card, I pretend it’s full of magic money, but the reality is just desperation mixed with delusion...