#graph
10 to 5, Job
Of a prediction game
Investment,
Always a half way to goal
Uncertain market
Let’s bet over Green and Red
A thin balance,
Tracking ups and downs
With a colour change,
Every complexion turns, dull or bright
A calculated ****** expression
Almost ready to express
With some losses, some gains.
Rumors airs,
A political unrest,
Sign of regressing opaque sense
Digital formulas,
Almost rests in vain
There is,
Tug of war, between
Supply and demand
A growling Bears Vs.
A grunting Bulls.
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 9:46 AM UTC
As a child, I never understood the need for basic necessities. Strangely, even as a teenager, that understanding never came.
Then one morning, everything changed—not because I craved a luxurious lifestyle. I never asked for that.
Growing up, I always watched my mom earn every penny. So naturally, I started walking in her footsteps. But now, I find myself on the other side of the table. I’m the one in need.
When you've always earned everything, asking for help feels harder than working endlessly. And now—I’m supposed to ask.
The picture I had of myself at 16 never included asking for the bare minimum.
And yet, here I am, staring at myself at my worst. Seeking help. Trying to understand the blurred lines between the bare minimum, basic needs, and luxury.
Back then, talking about everyday chores was part of small talk. Now, finding someone willing to have that conversation feels impossible.
I never knew growing up would mean lowering my standards—in food, shelter, clothing... even companionship.
Being the elder daughter has always meant one thing: earn everything, ask for nothing.
The strange part? Earning is still easier.
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 1:15 PM UTC
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X
so is this how to begin answering this question?
Come on the calculator can’t be that far
Ah “I’m starting to understand y=k√x now”
can be uttered
What about the bigger question?
The Greatest is Allah
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 1:40 AM UTC