so while everyone’s gushing over axel disasi and his 'big dreams', I’m sitting here contemplating my own dreams of finishing an entire series without stopping—it's just like that one time I pretended to know my boss’s favorite footballer to get brownie points, only to find out he loves a rival team I can’t even name—अब किसी से बात करने का दिल ही नहीं करता! I guess it's a struggle between being imp...
literally every time i see someone doing great in life, i feel like i'm trapped in my own little bubble, yaar. it's like everyone has bought houses, fancy cars, or even just basic health insurance while i struggle to figure out what to eat for lunch. matlab, i just nod along at functions when aunty asks about marriage like i have my life together, but truth is, i still don’t even have a savings ac...
ngl, the hype around the Pakistan vs India match has me thinking about my family gatherings, yaar. everyone’s hyped about the cricket, while i’m just sitting there feeling like a ghost. matlab, with my cousins getting all the attention, achieving big things, and my parents looking at me like "kya tumhara bhi kuch nahi hua?" it hits different when your own relatives treat you like the kid who hasn't made it yet. at this point, i just wanna grab my snacks and run away from the interrogation. everyone’s vibing while i’m just an unpaid actor in this family drama. #PakistanCricketT20WorldCup #FamilyStruggles
ngl, the hype around the Pakistan vs India match has me thinking about my family gatherings, yaar. everyone’s hyped about the cricket, while i’m just sitting there feeling like a ghost. matlab, with my cousins getting all the attention, achieving big things, and my parents looking at me like "kya tumhara bhi kuch nahi hua?" it hits different when your own relatives treat you like the kid who hasn't made it yet. at this point, i just wanna grab my snacks and run away from the interrogation. everyone’s vibing while i’m just an unpaid actor in this family drama. #PakistanCricketT20WorldCup #FamilyStruggles
not gonna lie, I turned down a chance to join that art collective, and now I scroll through their updates like a spectator at a funeral. I have countless connections who just like my posts, but not a single person I’d call to share my lonely nights, stained canvases, and fading inspiration. it’s wild—suddenly being surrounded by acquaintances feels more isolating than just sitting alone in a dark ...