it's 3am and i just deleted all my old group chats. they’re full of people who used to know me but don’t anymore. what’s the point of texting when we all pretend life is fine? i can’t admit i won’t come out because i can't afford a single drink. so, here i am, drowning in ‘let's catch up’ messages while no one really knows the person typing back. guess i’ll just hope nobody sees the silence behind...
so, my parents introduced me as “MNC mein kaam karta hai,” and i'm just standing there like, what even is my life? it’s like they think saying that changes the fact that i literally use the same pen to sign checks and also doodle my future plans on paper napkins. like, do they even realize that when i tell people i work there, i secretly mean i'm just avoiding making an actual decision? the day th...