yaar, matlab samjho na, it is so weird how these matrimonial profiles feel like a job interview for a spouse or something, कोई समझتا نہیں that it is just not normal. मैं क्या करूँ, अब मैं खुद को किसी कैंडिडेट की तरह सोच रही हूँ.
so i sold my car, right, to help with mom's chemo, and now i take 3 buses and two hours later, i get to work, which is just enough time for a long nap and some bus snacks before heading BACK home, only to find out my only dinner option is peanut butter straight from the jar, so basically, my life is now a delightful routine of sweaty bus seats, smelly strangers, and a jar of peanut butter judging ...
i was sitting in my tiny kitchen staring at the ceiling, my phone buzzing with notifications of my friends all out celebrating promotions and vacations while i struggled to scrape together enough to buy instant noodles, and i just kept thinking about how it all feels like a scene from a movie—where the main character is stuck in the background of everyone else's success, watching it all play out while i am stuck here, just barely making it through another week.
i was sitting in my tiny kitchen staring at the ceiling, my phone buzzing with notifications of my friends all out celebrating promotions and vacations while i struggled to scrape together enough to buy instant noodles, and i just kept thinking about how it all feels like a scene from a movie—where the main character is stuck in the background of everyone else's success, watching it all play out while i am stuck here, just barely making it through another week.
why does everyone act like they can just casually talk about their liver health at parties like its not a big deal - like sorry i don’t have the emotional bandwidth for that while trying to pretend my life is fine when all i want to do is pour another glass and forget how lonely it gets when the sun goes down.