have you ever felt like you’re just a ghost in a group chat full of warm bodies? like, I just discovered there’s this whole side chat about, I don’t even know, whether cereal is a soup or whatever, and I was, like, literally sitting there thinking I was included in the breakfast philosophy. instead, I’m watching TikToks about bread instead of being part of whatever cringe-worthy debate is happenin...
yooo, sometimes I open my fridge and realize I’m really just one sad, wilting vegetable away from full-on survival mode. like, why am I pretending my five-dollar ramen is gourmet? I juggle invisible debt while showing off these fancy photos of a "great life" to people who have no idea I'm just recycling takeout containers to feel less trashy about my empty cupboards. it’s wild, honestly. I could p...
no because seeing haider ali lead a team after selling mangoes hits differently, yaar. matlab, while i’m here juggling my parents' expectations like it's a circus act, he’s making a comeback on the world stage. ghar wale toh bas koi special achievement nahi dekhte. every family gathering turns into a 'dekh bhai, kisne kya kiya' competition. sometimes I wonder if it's easier to just ghost them too, like I did with my friends, instead of facing the interrogations about my ‘plans.’ duniya aage badh rahi hai aur main yahan stuck hoon. #HaiderAli #PressureCooker
no because seeing haider ali lead a team after selling mangoes hits differently, yaar. matlab, while i’m here juggling my parents' expectations like it's a circus act, he’s making a comeback on the world stage. ghar wale toh bas koi special achievement nahi dekhte. every family gathering turns into a 'dekh bhai, kisne kya kiya' competition. sometimes I wonder if it's easier to just ghost them too, like I did with my friends, instead of facing the interrogations about my ‘plans.’ duniya aage badh rahi hai aur main yahan stuck hoon. #HaiderAli #PressureCooker
not gonna lie, i threw out all my mismatched socks just so i could look like a functional adult. now i have a drawer full of perfect pairs that i only wear when i pretend to have my life together. meanwhile, i scroll through the comments of random celebrities’ posts like they are my real friends, and it’s like, cool, they don’t know my favorite color either.