literally every time i scroll through social media, i feel like i’m watching a parade of success and i’m just standing on the sidelines, like what even happened to my life? all my friends are buying houses and cars and i'm still stressing over how to afford groceries this week, and it’s like, how did everyone get their act together while i’m still figuring out basic adulting? i thought we were in ...
it's not that i'm not proud, it's just... my family is literally bragging to the neighbors about my "career," but like, yaar, matlab, if they knew I can't even find the 'on' button on the office printer, hai na? meanwhile, they're comparing me to cousins who've got fancy cars and promotions, while I'm just here still googling "how to adult," feeling like the awkward one who even got "hey, at least...
wait, I was at this family gathering and, you know, they were going on about how everyone else is doing these amazing things—like, my cousin just bought a house and my sibling has that fancy job—and here I am, sitting there, just quietly acknowledging my art collection that, well, mostly consists of stuff I painted during late-night zoom calls and honestly, I can't even get my family to understand the meaning behind it. it's just me and a bunch of canvas messes in the corner—like, why can't they see I’m trying to build something real, but instead, I feel like a... I don’t know, a letdown?—like, I can’t escape this heavy pressure to conform to this path I never chose—my family loves discussing "achievements," but, honestly, they just want to compare our lives instead of just celebrating—wha...
wait, I was at this family gathering and, you know, they were going on about how everyone else is doing these amazing things—like, my cousin just bought a house and my sibling has that fancy job—and here I am, sitting there, just quietly acknowledging my art collection that, well, mostly consists of stuff I painted during late-night zoom calls and honestly, I can't even get my family to understand the meaning behind it. it's just me and a bunch of canvas messes in the corner—like, why can't they see I’m trying to build something real, but instead, I feel like a... I don’t know, a letdown?—like, I can’t escape this heavy pressure to conform to this path I never chose—my family loves discussing "achievements," but, honestly, they just want to compare our lives instead of just celebrating—wha...
last night, saw the news about victoria playing against western australia, and somehow it made me realize how alone I feel—even surrounded by people who barely know me. I used to have plans, hopes, and friends—now I scroll through endless chats but can't find the energy to reach out, feeling like I’m the only spectator in my own life. while they battle it out on the field, I'm here, stuck in a gam...