it’s 3am and i’m scrolling through my friends' Instagram, their new cars gleaming under the streetlights. each picture seems to say, “look at us, we’ve made it.” meanwhile, my biggest achievement this week was remembering to wash my hair. the noise from their celebrations drowns out my thoughts, and it’s like i can hear the whispers, “what’s wrong with you?” they laugh at brunch, while i sit quiet...
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 and student loans. makes me feel like i’m watching dhurandhar while waiting for my own epic comeback that never seems to come. #RanveerSinghDhurandhar #DreamsVsReality
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 and student loans. makes me feel like i’m watching dhurandhar while waiting for my own epic comeback that never seems to come. #RanveerSinghDhurandhar #DreamsVsReality
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...