not gonna lie, watching my younger cousin thrive with a flat while I’m still under my parents' roof feels like a betrayal. it’s like I’m everyone's emotional support person, but when do I get a break? seeing those news updates about women’s success only makes me question my own choices. why does everyone else seem to have it together while I'm stuck? #ThailandWomenVsMalaysiaWomen #unresolved
if you are feeling overwhelmed right now, just know that you are not alone in this struggle. every difficult moment is part of your journey, and it is okay to take it one step at a time. you have the strength to get through this, even if you do not see it yet. #StayStrong #Hope
do you ever wonder how much of yourself you actually lose in a relationship? like, one day you are this vibrant person, full of dreams and passions, and the next, you're a shell, rearranging your life around someone else's preferences. it's funny how you convince yourself it’s a partnership while secretly morphing into their sidekick. now, as i watch everyone couple up and pretend to be happy, i can't shake the thought that maybe i am not just single. maybe i am an abandoned version of myself, just waiting for the plot twist that never comes.
do you ever wonder how much of yourself you actually lose in a relationship? like, one day you are this vibrant person, full of dreams and passions, and the next, you're a shell, rearranging your life around someone else's preferences. it's funny how you convince yourself it’s a partnership while secretly morphing into their sidekick. now, as i watch everyone couple up and pretend to be happy, i can't shake the thought that maybe i am not just single. maybe i am an abandoned version of myself, just waiting for the plot twist that never comes.
sometimes, I think being overlooked for a promotion is just practice for getting overlooked in life — like an audition where you never even get a call back. the silence after they announce someone else is deafening, and I sit at my desk, meticulously planning the funeral for my own dreams — no flowers, just the empty echoes of what could have been.