so diljit dosanjh is going on tour and here i am still trapped in a life where my biggest thrill is rearranging my sock drawer, which, by the way, is an awkward blend of my mom’s practicality and my dad’s financial guilt. you know, this week i realized i bought my curtains based on what looks good in the pictures, not because i actually wanted them, but it’s like my life has become this elaborate ...
not gonna lie, seeing my cousin's flat makes me question everything. everyone thinks i’m living my best life while i'm dodging phone calls from debt collectors and pretending my paycheck covers more than just my overpriced chai. lowkey, i'm manifesting a lottery win or a surprise inheritance like it’s a rom-com. one minute i’m dreaming big, and the next, i’m just stuck between an arranged marriage...
i thought hearting my own message was embarrassing — but then i realized it’s just a reflection of how lonely it gets. like — having this crowded contact list filled with relatives who send random birthday texts but nobody actually calls when things get hard. there’s a hollowness that wraps around me — everyone thinks they know me, but they really don't know a thing — just like how my uncle thinks the world revolves around his golf game while i stand there, invisible — reminding myself that the isolation feels more comfortable than reaching out.
i thought hearting my own message was embarrassing — but then i realized it’s just a reflection of how lonely it gets. like — having this crowded contact list filled with relatives who send random birthday texts but nobody actually calls when things get hard. there’s a hollowness that wraps around me — everyone thinks they know me, but they really don't know a thing — just like how my uncle thinks the world revolves around his golf game while i stand there, invisible — reminding myself that the isolation feels more comfortable than reaching out.
it's not that i care about the credit—it's just that catching my coworker claiming my six-month project felt like watching someone unhinge their jaw and swallow my ideas whole, while i just sat there like a fish at the edge of the tank, hoping nobody would notice the scales slipping off. i mean, if i wanted to be overlooked, i would have joined a quiet support group for people with creative dreams...