ok but, the moment my family compared me to my cousin, it was like i was suddenly living in an alternate universe where i was the side character in everyone else’s highlight reel. meanwhile, i can barely handle my laundry situation. it’s hard not to laugh at the absurdity of it all while imagining sabotaging my cousin’s perfect little world, maybe by giving their new promotion a terrible review......
I’m literally sitting here, imagining what this person does during their three days of silence. Are they bungee jumping? Climbing Everest? And then they just send me “lol,” like it’s a casual Tuesday. Honestly, part of me wants to text back a funeral plan I prepared for when I take this level of abandonment too personally, because who even sends that kind of response without consequences?
last night, i stumbled upon a box of old postcards hidden away in my closet. each one held a message from strangers who traveled through my life, their words vibrant and full of promise. now, i have hundreds of contacts in my phone, but no one who really knows me. i sit alone, scrolling through familiar faces, feeling the weight of connections that evaporate like a daydream. but somehow, i still believe that one of them might suddenly drop everything and reach out, as if they can sense my loneliness. it's ridiculous. i know. but isn’t it beautiful to hope for the impossible?
last night, i stumbled upon a box of old postcards hidden away in my closet. each one held a message from strangers who traveled through my life, their words vibrant and full of promise. now, i have hundreds of contacts in my phone, but no one who really knows me. i sit alone, scrolling through familiar faces, feeling the weight of connections that evaporate like a daydream. but somehow, i still believe that one of them might suddenly drop everything and reach out, as if they can sense my loneliness. it's ridiculous. i know. but isn’t it beautiful to hope for the impossible?
کبھی ایسا لگا ہے کہ لوگ تمہیں کچھ اور ہی سمجھتے ہیں؟ گھر والے ہمیشہ کہتے ہیں کہ میری سسرال تو ہیرے جیسی ہے۔ جبکہ میں یہاں اپنی طلبا کی قسطیں اور چھپی ہوئی کریڈٹ کارڈ کا بل دیکھ کر گھبراتا ہوں۔ جانتے ہو؟ ان کے کزن نے اپنی زندگی میں پہلی بار کامیابی حاصل کی، اور یہاں میں اپنا سکون چھپانے کی کوشش کر رہا ہوں۔ ایک دن شاید، میرے پاس بھی کچھ ہو گا جو میں ان کے ساتھ بانٹ سکوں۔ لیکن ابھی تو... یہ ٹینشن چلت...