wait, how did i end up with a fridge full of expired groceries and a growing collection of unpaid parking tickets? it’s like every month i do this financial dance where my bank account plays peek-a-boo with my sanity, and no one else sees the invisible weight of my mounting debt. on the outside, i'm casually sipping lattes, but inside i’m screaming about my twenty-seven credit card balances like a...
not gonna lie, every time I see that barista fuad is losing another vote, I feel this sick twist in my stomach—like, is that supposed to be some sort of poetic irony? meanwhile, I’m drowning in texts trying to convince my friends I’m doing fine while they’re busy scoring houses and fancy cars like it’s nothing. I used to think those milestones were possible for me, until I realized I’m just sitting here sipping my coffee alone—wishing someone would notice how tired I am of pretending it’s all okay. # #waitingforchange
not gonna lie, every time I see that barista fuad is losing another vote, I feel this sick twist in my stomach—like, is that supposed to be some sort of poetic irony? meanwhile, I’m drowning in texts trying to convince my friends I’m doing fine while they’re busy scoring houses and fancy cars like it’s nothing. I used to think those milestones were possible for me, until I realized I’m just sitting here sipping my coffee alone—wishing someone would notice how tired I am of pretending it’s all okay. # #waitingforchange
wait—saw that wedding video of my classmate. 50 lakhs, and I’m here scrolling through my bank app like it’s some cruel joke. i get it, they’re happy, but all I feel is this aching loneliness. sometimes I wonder if my worth is measured by these extravagant moments I’m never a part of. can't help but think maybe it’s not just the money that divides us. #Baal #lonelygirl