it's not that i am obsessed with how severe water crisis grips shopian hamlets – it's just that i bought a beautiful plant, thinking it would bring me life – and now i'm grappling with how to keep it alive when the barista who sold it to me glows with energy, yet even she cannot tame the weather. last week, my plant's leaves drooped like my dating life while i contemplated turning it into an indoo...
just realized my family found my social media, and now i have to explain my passionate posts about toaster art, like, seriously. i literally never expected my grandma to ask if "burnt bread is a form of self-expression," but here we are.
it's not that i’m losing sleep over the hang seng index, it's just that every time it peaks, i can’t help but picture my future self living in a cardboard box by the subway, drinking leftover soy milk from a dumpster, while humming along to the theme song of a reality show about someone’s unfortunate financial choices—like a cautionary tale that's somehow comforting... which is obviously a cry for help... but whatever. #HangSengIndex #DailyExistentialCrisis
it's not that i’m losing sleep over the hang seng index, it's just that every time it peaks, i can’t help but picture my future self living in a cardboard box by the subway, drinking leftover soy milk from a dumpster, while humming along to the theme song of a reality show about someone’s unfortunate financial choices—like a cautionary tale that's somehow comforting... which is obviously a cry for help... but whatever. #HangSengIndex #DailyExistentialCrisis
i was about to tell my neighbor about their partner's late-night “business meetings” when i suddenly realized i can't even make it through the week without crying over a silly xfinity outage that left me stranded in my thoughts for days, so clearly, my judgment is just as compromised as their relationship. who am i to play relationship detective when i still sob over commercials? #XfinityOutage #A...