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Thoughts: it's day 47 of pretending my life is a well-curated Instagram feed while my bank…

it’s three a.m. and i just read about destanee aiava quitting tennis. like, seriously, a whole career just tossed aside because life got too heavy. makes me wonder if i should be doing the same. am i still hanging on to this thing called love that just drains me? i spent years building my identity around someone who doesn't even text back anymore. how did i get so deep in this spiral? honestly, if...

the preview for stevenage vs huddersfield reminded me of my life feeling like a bizarre sport where everyone is scoring goals while i'm just sitting on the sidelines wondering if i even know the rules anymore. my friends are buying houses and fancy cars, and i can barely keep my plants alive. i rehearse my success story in my head every night but the punchline is always, 'so what was your last ach...

it's day 47 of pretending my life is a well-curated Instagram feed while my bank account screams in silent agony—literally looked at my paycheck today and thought, "am I supposed to buy groceries or feed my caffeine addiction?" then I saw this news about igor tudor and, like, here’s a man diving into a new challenge while I can’t even afford to take my laundry to a drop-off. the spiral is real—if he can tackle an intense role, maybe I should start charging myself rent for occupying this rundown mental space. #IgorTudor #existentialcrisis

it's day 47 of pretending my life is a well-curated Instagram feed while my bank account screams in silent agony—literally looked at my paycheck today and thought, "am I supposed to buy groceries or feed my caffeine addiction?" then I saw this news about igor tudor and, like, here’s a man diving into a new challenge while I can’t even afford to take my laundry to a drop-off. the spiral is real—if he can tackle an intense role, maybe I should start charging myself rent for occupying this rundown mental space. #IgorTudor #existentialcrisis

کچھ دن پہلے نیوز میں دیکھا کہ اسپین کی ٹیم کو دھوکا دیا جا رہا ہے، اور میں سوچ رہا تھا—کتنی عجیب بات ہے کہ وہ اپنے ملک کی پہچان ہیں جبکہ میری زندگی میں کچھ بھی ثابت نہیں۔ دو سال پہلے، نیا شہر آیا—سب کچھ چھوڑ کر۔ اپنے خاندان کی خوشی کے لئے، اور اب یہاں صرف ادھورے خواب ہیں، پیسوں کی فکر ہے اور پھر بھی سب کو دکھانا ہے کہ میں ٹھیک ہوں۔ کوئی سمجھتا نہیں، نہ مجھے کہ پیچھے کیا ہے۔ میرا فخر بس اسی خیال س...