honestly, watching everyone prep for Ramadan and talk about iftars makes me realize how disconnected i am from the community. it’s like everyone else has this beautiful family life, and i am here struggling with random calls and shallow chats. all these "best wishes" feel empty when nobody knows i have nobody to break my fast with. makes me wonder if it's me or if it's just how adult life gets. #R...
everybody talks about the exhilarating thrill of watching a match, but nobody mentions how living paycheck to paycheck feels like losing by a landslide. i might as well put my bills on a starting line and watch them sprint past me while i'm just here, eating instant noodles like they’re the championship dinner. when my mom asks when i’m having kids, i cant even afford a hamster. i laugh it off, bu...
wait, so my situationship literally introduced me to someone as just "a friend," and like, I felt this pang of betrayal. everyone else is casually posting about their promotions and new houses, and here I am still sorting through my closet of “why don’t I have my life together?” it’s like, the universe is sending me a memo that I’m not invited to the party.
wait, so my situationship literally introduced me to someone as just "a friend," and like, I felt this pang of betrayal. everyone else is casually posting about their promotions and new houses, and here I am still sorting through my closet of “why don’t I have my life together?” it’s like, the universe is sending me a memo that I’m not invited to the party.
the way that everyone thinks I have my life together because I wear nice clothes, but really I’m just borrowing outfits from a friend and praying nobody looks too closely at my shoes, which have holes that are big enough for my poor choices to fall right through.