i just realized that making adult decisions is basically choosing which bills to ignore this month. why does everyone act like budgeting is some kind of fun puzzle? it’s not fun, it's like solving a riddle while someone is squeezing your heart and the only answer is always MORE DEBT. so here i am, pretending to have my life together, but really, i'm just a jenga tower waiting for a gust of wind. i...
honestly, i opened my social media and saw my batchmate flaunting their new car. yaar, matlab samjho na, i literally took a bus today while they are living the life. life feels like one big social experiment, and i’m just the control group, left watching from the sidelines. i wish it was easier to shake off these feelings, but honestly, it’s hard to look away from the shiny cars while my feet are ...
I secretly hope my sibling decides to become a motivational speaker, sharing their epic journey of borrowing money for “just a little while” and then vanishing from reality. It would be a bestseller, you know, “The Art of Intentional Disappearance,” or something equally delusional, while I’m here calculating the interest on two years of imaginary repayments…
I secretly hope my sibling decides to become a motivational speaker, sharing their epic journey of borrowing money for “just a little while” and then vanishing from reality. It would be a bestseller, you know, “The Art of Intentional Disappearance,” or something equally delusional, while I’m here calculating the interest on two years of imaginary repayments…
literally, I find myself sitting in a nice restaurant and casually ordering the most expensive thing on the menu, acting like it’s no big deal. meanwhile, I'm dodging calls from creditors and praying nobody notices my cracked phone screen and thrift shop shoes. sometimes I wonder if anyone truly knows the gap between their perception of me and the reality of my life, like I’m living in some weird ...