i just got home from the thrift store because they had this jacket i wanted but i spent too much on lunch and now i cant even buy a snack for tonight—i keep looking at it and wishing i had been smarter with my choices. the thought of being hungry feels dumb but i’m kind of spiraling over a stupid piece of clothing.
matlab yaar, jab bhi kuch thoda bhi kam hota hai toh wo missing 2 marks jaise sab kuch barbad ho jaata hai—घर वाले समझते नहीं. koi nahi, jab bhi dikhaate hain khud ko, unhe lagta hai perfection hi sab kuch hai.
matlab samjho na, pichle din yeh matrimonial profile dekh ke badi tension thi, par jab parents ne yeh sirf ignore kiya aur kuch nahi bola, mujhe itna relief mila ki main soch bhi nahi sakti thi yaar, ghar wale toh samajhte nahi hai par shayad yeh sab theek ho raha hai finally.
matlab samjho na, pichle din yeh matrimonial profile dekh ke badi tension thi, par jab parents ne yeh sirf ignore kiya aur kuch nahi bola, mujhe itna relief mila ki main soch bhi nahi sakti thi yaar, ghar wale toh samajhte nahi hai par shayad yeh sab theek ho raha hai finally.
trying to relearn how to hold a fork is like watching a toddler take their first steps, except now everyone is staring at me like i lost my seat on the spaceship to the future and all i can think is that my coordination used to be top notch and now i feel like a bad impersonation of myself.