just realized my entire wardrobe is based on Instagram likes—tags and trends make me feel like a million bucks while my bank account is struggling to keep it together. got a cute outfit for a party, but secretly googled if I can return it after one wear. nobody sees the bills piling up—everyone thinks i’m thriving while i'm actually just waiting for my next paycheck to scrape by.
the way that everyone talks about being cyber secure makes me feel like i’m the only one still learning the basics. i keep my passwords complex, but it doesn’t matter when my bank’s website looks like it was designed by someone who doesn’t care. meanwhile, my cousin just got a job abroad and shares glossy vacation pictures while im here trying not to trip over student loans. yaar, matlab samjho na...
i literally stopped sharing my artwork because every time i did, someone would make a comment about how it wasn’t “real art.” like, who decides that? now i just create in silence, pretending it doesn’t matter. but inside, it feels like i’m choking on the colors that are stuck in my throat — and nobody sees me.
i literally stopped sharing my artwork because every time i did, someone would make a comment about how it wasn’t “real art.” like, who decides that? now i just create in silence, pretending it doesn’t matter. but inside, it feels like i’m choking on the colors that are stuck in my throat — and nobody sees me.
not gonna lie, yaar, every time my parents talk about my cousin, the "topper," my insides just crumble a bit, matlab, like they have no clue how my anxiety feels like I am constantly one panic away from exploding; family gatherings are literally interrogations where everyone’s looking at me like I’m supposed to be living my best life, not drowning in my thoughts while pretending it’s fine, matlab,...