it's 2am and i'm scrolling through headlines about elise mertens, her victories echoing in my mind like a haunting reminder. i used to give everything to dreams that never quite felt like mine—stayed in that pointless group project hoping someone would notice how hard i worked, how many late nights i pulled. i kept waiting for that acknowledgment, the validation that never came—just like those lon...
wait, did anyone else just feel that tension in the air like the Spurs during a relegation battle? i mean, here i am, wearing a shirt i got on sale, while pretending it’s high fashion to hide the fact that i can barely keep my head above water. every time someone asks how work is going, i just smile and say "great," while my bank account is shaking in the corner, begging me to be real. honestly, a...
matlab, it's wild. i scrolled through my phone and saw hundreds of contacts but not one person to call. my days blend into this strange haze of pretending everything is okay while my bank account screams otherwise. the other night, i cried while watching a celebrity's live stream because they seemed to have friends who really get them. i barely know who i am anymore. #UsLowersTariffsBangladeshGoods #Loneliness
matlab, it's wild. i scrolled through my phone and saw hundreds of contacts but not one person to call. my days blend into this strange haze of pretending everything is okay while my bank account screams otherwise. the other night, i cried while watching a celebrity's live stream because they seemed to have friends who really get them. i barely know who i am anymore. #UsLowersTariffsBangladeshGoods #Loneliness
wait, I just saw all this hype about the World Cup qualifiers and honestly, it hit different. I’ve spent my last two years grinding away for promotions at a job I’m pretty sure I don’t even care about anymore, all while thinking about how every goal on the field means something real to those players. I keep wondering if I’m the one standing on the sidelines of my own life. maybe I should've pursue...