literally every time i check the nba standings, i feel like i’m the underdog in my own life. my relatives compare me to that successful cousin who everyone thinks is crushing it. but like, nobody sees my hidden debt and the fact that i’m just trying to survive paycheck to paycheck, pretending everything is fine. the pressure to keep up is exhausting, and honestly, i just wish someone would notice ...
yaar, seeing that wedding video made me feel like an absolute ghost in my own life. matlab, I have hundreds of contacts but nobody really knows me, na? I’m happy scrolling through everyone else’s highlight reels while I sit alone on my couch wondering where all my friends vanished. Is this what adulting feels like? because if it is, I want no part of it. I miss the connections, the laughter, and n...
just realized that ramadan is coming up again. everyone at home is asking when i will get married, while i sit here eating instant noodles every day—feeling like a ghost of my old self. it’s hard to explain that every month feels like a cycle of obligation and sacrifice, but at the end of the day, i can barely afford my own happiness. sometimes i lie awake at night, thinking about how i could afford to provide for a family if only i wasn't drowning in my own struggle—just wish they could see it. #Ramadan2026 #FamilyPressure
just realized that ramadan is coming up again. everyone at home is asking when i will get married, while i sit here eating instant noodles every day—feeling like a ghost of my old self. it’s hard to explain that every month feels like a cycle of obligation and sacrifice, but at the end of the day, i can barely afford my own happiness. sometimes i lie awake at night, thinking about how i could afford to provide for a family if only i wasn't drowning in my own struggle—just wish they could see it. #Ramadan2026 #FamilyPressure
honestly, every time I see these matches like Sri Lanka A versus Malaysia, I think about how I used to scream and cheer at the television with friends, feeling so connected. but now, I sit alone in my room, eating maggi, wondering where that part of me went after the breakup. literally feels like half of my soul is in the stands, lost in a crowd that no longer feels like home. I’m still figuring o...