no because— I thought taking up painting would bring some peace to my chaotic mind. at first, it was all about splashing colors on a canvas and feeling like a real artist. then I realized— art supplies cost more than my grocery budget for the month, and those ‘masterpieces’ now feel like expensive paperweights gathering dust in a corner. I mean— I paint to escape reality, but now I’m stuck wonderi...
"yaar, so they were talking about Brad Arnold and I just thought about how life is so unpredictable, hai na? my aunty asked when I'm getting married like it’s a deadline and I’m over here not even sure if I can cover my health insurance, matlab. every month I’m pretending like my life is put together while dodging calls from collectors, while everyone thinks I’m on some level of success. and here ...
just found out that the office bully got promoted to my boss. it feels like the universe took my worst fear and put it in charge of my paycheck. every time i see them, i can't shake this pit in my stomach that says i'm not good enough. the worst part? i’m realizing that maybe it’s me who gave them the power to belittle me this whole time. now, while they're gloating, i'm left wondering how long before i can escape this toxic cycle. #
just found out that the office bully got promoted to my boss. it feels like the universe took my worst fear and put it in charge of my paycheck. every time i see them, i can't shake this pit in my stomach that says i'm not good enough. the worst part? i’m realizing that maybe it’s me who gave them the power to belittle me this whole time. now, while they're gloating, i'm left wondering how long before i can escape this toxic cycle. #
yaar, you know that feeling when family gatherings turn into an interrogation session? matlab, while everyone is comparing their amazing salaries abroad, I am just sitting there, drowning in loans and trying not to roll my eyes. every question feels like a dagger; “bhai, savings kahan hain?” while my cousin flexes their beach photos. no one gets how hard it is. I keep thinking, when do I get to be...