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Stories: day 47 of pretending my plants aren’t dying—like, they’re on their way to a fune…

yaar, matlab i saw the news about the trade deal and it hit me hard. it feels like while everyone is moving up, i am still stuck here juggling a life that’s half-arranged, half-unfulfilled. my phone is buzzing with notifications, yet i feel like there’s nobody to call when the silence creeps in. have you ever thought you had connections but they turn into ghosts? hai na? every achievement feels em...

ok but I have all these acquaintances, right? like, hundreds of people I can call, but somehow when I'm really low, it feels like nobody actually knows me. it's like I’m putting on this SHOW, and everyone is watching, but behind the scenes? it's just me, standing in the dark, searching for a connection. so I start thinking maybe my real talent is being lonely, because no one’s clapping for that…

day 47 of pretending my plants aren’t dying—like, they’re on their way to a funeral but i keep posting pics like “look how lush” as if i have my life together. the neighbors think i’m thriving because of my cute window display but inside, it’s a mess—honestly, half my money goes to overpriced takeout to avoid looking at my bank account. i’m sitting here wondering if fake leaves count as a home decor investment—like maybe this is the key to illusion?

day 47 of pretending my plants aren’t dying—like, they’re on their way to a funeral but i keep posting pics like “look how lush” as if i have my life together. the neighbors think i’m thriving because of my cute window display but inside, it’s a mess—honestly, half my money goes to overpriced takeout to avoid looking at my bank account. i’m sitting here wondering if fake leaves count as a home decor investment—like maybe this is the key to illusion?

yooo, my toxic coworker just got promoted to boss, and now I’m pretending to thrive while literally counting down to payday every month. my bank account feels like a ghost town, but everyone thinks I’m living my best life because I put on a brave face. honestly, I scroll through the economic calendar and think about how I should really be concerned about my future, but I’m too busy worrying about ...