wait, you know what nobody talks about? the stress of having a side hustle that somehow covers all your expenses while you pretend to thrive in a job that drains your soul. it’s like performing in a sad circus. everyone thinks you’re killing it, but you’re actually just juggling bills in the dark, desperately hiding the fact that your paycheck barely pays for your overpriced coffee habit… and that...
it's not that i'm envious, yaar, it's just that every day feels like i'm losing this race. matlab, i scroll through social media and see friends buying cars, houses, living lives i can't even afford basics for. i got laid off and haven't told anyone. while they're out there thriving, i can't even keep my phone plan going. maybe someday something will click, or maybe i’ll just find myself with a su...
i swear every family gathering feels like a scene from some bizarre reality show. they always bring up the cousins’ accomplishments, and i can see the pity in their eyes when i talk about my passion for creating these intricate fantasy maps—maps i doubt anyone even understands. meanwhile, they all have real jobs, and all i have is this endless stack of colored pencils and ideas scribbled on the back of old receipts, dreaming of a world that’s just… mine. the pressure is so heavy, i sometimes think the weight of those expectations might just crush the dreamer inside me.
i swear every family gathering feels like a scene from some bizarre reality show. they always bring up the cousins’ accomplishments, and i can see the pity in their eyes when i talk about my passion for creating these intricate fantasy maps—maps i doubt anyone even understands. meanwhile, they all have real jobs, and all i have is this endless stack of colored pencils and ideas scribbled on the back of old receipts, dreaming of a world that’s just… mine. the pressure is so heavy, i sometimes think the weight of those expectations might just crush the dreamer inside me.
i lie awake at night imagining that someday i will magically own a vintage bookstore, where each shelf is bursting with tales waiting to be told. my family will gather, not for judgment, but for a literary feast, all my siblings sharing their dazzling successes while i serve them coffee and muffins, thinking they have no idea that my mind is spiraling. they will never know the weight i feel in eve...