so turns out my whole childhood was like a really dark version of a reality show where my parent was the villain — guess i should have known when the only thing i got for christmas was a healthy dose of trust issues and a big fat “surprise” that the money for my “dream” life was stolen from other people.
why did i think it was a good idea to start sewing with that super tiny needle at 3am—now i am wide awake replaying my entire life while this stupid needle somehow created the world's most elaborate knot that i might as well be using to fish in a lake for all the good it's doing me.
spent six years pouring my soul into a project only for my new manager to strut in and claim it like a dog marking territory—HR says there's no proof—guess I should just add "futureless" to my resume along with "not bitter at all"
spent six years pouring my soul into a project only for my new manager to strut in and claim it like a dog marking territory—HR says there's no proof—guess I should just add "futureless" to my resume along with "not bitter at all"
yaar, matlab samjho na, got married thinking it was the right thing, but now on the wedding night, all I can think is that I just signed up for a lifetime of family drama, ये कौन सी रियालिटी शो है। like, can I just hit rewind and tell my parents no without it feeling like I'm pulling the rug from under their dreams?