wait, so I see everyone's vacation pictures from Maldives, and I'm sitting here counting coins like it's a new hobby, yaar. matlab, I bought instant noodles for dinner again, hai na? when I scroll, I feel like I’m in a different universe where no one else knows the taste of overcooked rice and unseasoned veggies, but here I am, missing out, wishing for just a getaway to the next city, or even a da...
just realized, while scrolling, that my friends are out here getting engaged and buying second cars. and here I am, still figuring out if my houseplants need more sunlight or if I’m just a bad plant parent, matlab, kya hai yaar? honestly, it feels like I am watching a slow train of success pass by while I’m stuck waiting for a bus that probably won't even show up. hai na?
just realized that my closet has become a graveyard for clothes i never wore—like, why did i think a neon orange blazer was a good idea? i keep staring at it, imagining a life where i throw it on and strut down the street like i own the place, but instead i just stand there in my pajamas—at three in the afternoon. every day feels like i'm collecting shiny distractions but never quite using them, and at this point, all i do is silently argue with my wardrobe about my life choices—who am i even trying to impress? maybe the neon blazer is just a reminder that i need to stop shopping for potential me's and start living in my messy, pajama-clad reality.
just realized that my closet has become a graveyard for clothes i never wore—like, why did i think a neon orange blazer was a good idea? i keep staring at it, imagining a life where i throw it on and strut down the street like i own the place, but instead i just stand there in my pajamas—at three in the afternoon. every day feels like i'm collecting shiny distractions but never quite using them, and at this point, all i do is silently argue with my wardrobe about my life choices—who am i even trying to impress? maybe the neon blazer is just a reminder that i need to stop shopping for potential me's and start living in my messy, pajama-clad reality.
yar, matlab samjho na, sab log ghar kharid rahe hain, nayi gaadiyan le rahe hain, aur main toh bas apne chaat ke paise bhi nahi jod pa rahi. mere dost toh social media par wedding photos share kar rahe hain, aur main sirf ek movie ka binge-watch karne ka budget banate hoon. mujhe samajh nahi aata ki sab kuch itna aasan kaise lagta hai unke liye, jab meri sabse badi achievement yeh hai ki maine yes...