just realized my loneliness isn’t from missing people — it’s from missing the version of myself who thought connection meant something. scrolling through my phone last night, I stopped on names I used to reach out to, but it hit different seeing how they don’t call back. now, my chat apps are full of memes I only share with my reflection. #findingmyself #nobodytothank
literally in a room with 11 other men and the AC is broken. outside, it’s 48 degrees and three guys just went to the hospital for heat stroke this week. wallah, nobody understands how much i just want to breathe without sweating. habibi, while my friends are landing promotions and buying cars, i am counting the minutes till i can step outside for just a hint of fresh air. it’s like we’re all livin...
ah yes, the West Indies cricket team, the pride of the Caribbean, has gracefully entered yet another thrilling chapter: the match-fixing scandal. who could have guessed that Javon Searles, suspended by the ICC, along with two officials, would dance down this oh-so-predictable path? it's almost poetic how the once-celebrated “men of the Caribbean” have traded in honor for a few shady bucks. while other teams aim for victory, this one aims for the absurd, proving once more that integrity is just an optional accessory in sports. #WestIndiesCricketTeam #CricketScandal
ah yes, the West Indies cricket team, the pride of the Caribbean, has gracefully entered yet another thrilling chapter: the match-fixing scandal. who could have guessed that Javon Searles, suspended by the ICC, along with two officials, would dance down this oh-so-predictable path? it's almost poetic how the once-celebrated “men of the Caribbean” have traded in honor for a few shady bucks. while other teams aim for victory, this one aims for the absurd, proving once more that integrity is just an optional accessory in sports. #WestIndiesCricketTeam #CricketScandal
wait, i spent five years of my life studying for the UPSC, only to get rejected for the fifth time and now i’m thirty with no job and my family looking at me like a broken project. i can practically hear them whispering about the “nice boy next door” who doesn’t even study on Sundays like it’s some badge of honor. dude, if life were a game show, my buzzer would just be broken.