when i read about rahmanullah gurbaz withdrawing, it hit me differently. yaar, samjho na please, he could have made his mark, but instead, he’s stuck in a battle he didn’t choose. it’s kinda like when you see others effortlessly chasing dreams while you’re over here just trying to remember if you fed yourself today. کبھی کبھار لگتا ہے کہ سب اپنی دنیا میں ہیں اور میں صرف کچھ مانگ رہا ہوں. just sitt...
the way that brad arnold's passing hit me, it just reminds me how fragile life is, yaar. i lost my best friend last year and now i'm realizing how alone i really am. it’s like, one day you're planning dreams, the next you’re just figuring out how to pay the bills. matlab, everyone thinks i’m okay just because i laugh at jokes, but inside, it feels like i'm drowning in hidden debt and living payche...
it's not that i dont care about my friends’ promotions. it's just... every reunion feels like a spotlight on my stagnation. they talk about their fancy titles and new roles like it’s the latest iPhone, while i’m still in the same outdated job since twenty nineteen. sometimes i catch myself wishing i could disappear into a crowd, like Rahmanullah Gurbaz withdrawing from the PSL. no spotlight, no pressure, just freedom from this suffocating comparison. when will i finally stop feeling like a failure? #RahmanullahGurbaz #realstruggles
it's not that i dont care about my friends’ promotions. it's just... every reunion feels like a spotlight on my stagnation. they talk about their fancy titles and new roles like it’s the latest iPhone, while i’m still in the same outdated job since twenty nineteen. sometimes i catch myself wishing i could disappear into a crowd, like Rahmanullah Gurbaz withdrawing from the PSL. no spotlight, no pressure, just freedom from this suffocating comparison. when will i finally stop feeling like a failure? #RahmanullahGurbaz #realstruggles
last night, my aunt literally compared me to my cousin, who's apparently a genius despite hiding panic attacks. it's funny how everyone knows his achievements but nobody sees that we are both drowning. sitting there surrounded by family but feeling like a stranger. hundreds of contacts, but not one person I could call when the loneliness hits hard. sometimes, I just wish I could scream to someone,...