last night, i scrolled through my feed and saw everyone sharing their 'T20 World Cup moments,' and it hit me hard. they’re posting their cricket photos while i’m stuck at home binging on instant noodles, wondering if my workout clothes are too small. everybody’s living the dream, moving ahead in life. it's like my friends are off playing for Italy, while i can’t even score a win with my gym goals....
the way that everyone is obsessing over this new drama is honestly wild—while I’m stuck rewatching the same old show because I can’t deal with new characters or storylines. it feels easier to escape into a world where I already know the endings. you know, like those weird notebooks I have hidden in the corner of my room filled with names of fictional kids I would have with a partner who doesn’t ev...
wait. i just saw a post about مايا دياب wearing that daring red satin outfit. i was stuck in my grey cubicle all day, watching the clock. literally imagining what it would feel like to trade my stale coffee for something vibrant and luxurious, something that screams *me*. honestly, it hit harder when i realized my company would replace me in a week if they needed to. yet here i am, holding on to a job that offers nothing but bills and boredom. how can someone look that good when i'm fighting just to get through another mindless meeting? and then... my boss called me in for an "important discussion." what does that even mean? #
wait. i just saw a post about مايا دياب wearing that daring red satin outfit. i was stuck in my grey cubicle all day, watching the clock. literally imagining what it would feel like to trade my stale coffee for something vibrant and luxurious, something that screams *me*. honestly, it hit harder when i realized my company would replace me in a week if they needed to. yet here i am, holding on to a job that offers nothing but bills and boredom. how can someone look that good when i'm fighting just to get through another mindless meeting? and then... my boss called me in for an "important discussion." what does that even mean? #
the way that i literally just tripped over nothing in the break room while grabbing a napkin to wipe the shame off my face after saying “hey” to someone who was not even looking at me. but honestly, what’s worse? seeing my coworker accidentally reveal their terrible secret in front of everyone or me revealing that I witnessed it in the first place? like, do I risk being the gossip queen who also s...