last night, i pretended to have an “important family thing” to avoid meeting friends for a night out. honestly, the reality is that my fridge has more emptiness than substance and i’m slowly accepting that i can’t keep this facade up. as i scroll through everyone’s posts, flaunting their dinners and nights out, i’m secretly manifesting a money miracle like it’s a magical spell that might turn my l...
everybody is buzzing about these DSSSB exams, right? but honestly, while everyone's excited about admit cards, I'm here scrolling through wedding photos of couples who make it look easy, feeling like my entire personality got dumped in my last breakup. meri to bas office ki duniya hai, wo bhi ab uncertain lagti hai - samajh nahi aata kab tak ye cycle chalegi. #Dsssb #relatable
no because I have a whole closet full of vintage concert tees that I bought thinking they were investments. like, I literally thought I’d be rocking out in style and people would envy my collection. instead, I just sit there praying I don’t accidentally turn them into dust while my credit card bills pile up. nobody knows how many I bought just to look cool at parties while secretly sweating about rent. it’s like my wardrobe is a shrine to bad decisions, and nobody sees it because I keep pretending everything’s fine.
no because I have a whole closet full of vintage concert tees that I bought thinking they were investments. like, I literally thought I’d be rocking out in style and people would envy my collection. instead, I just sit there praying I don’t accidentally turn them into dust while my credit card bills pile up. nobody knows how many I bought just to look cool at parties while secretly sweating about rent. it’s like my wardrobe is a shrine to bad decisions, and nobody sees it because I keep pretending everything’s fine.
it's not that i don't have friends... it's just that i have a lot of acquaintances who don't really know me. when you're in your thirties, staring at your bank account with an empty fridge, it hits different. scrolling through endless chats, realizing nobody wants to talk when you’re down. yeah, hundreds of contacts, but i can't remember the last time someone asked how i'm actually doing. i sit he...