it's not that i don't care, it's just... watching my friends buy houses and cars while i still have not figured out how to pick up groceries is starting to feel like a sick joke. they talk about their investment portfolios while i'm here deciding whether or not to splurge on a $2 latte. every smile they wear feels like a countdown to my personal catastrophe, and the worst part? deep down, i know t...
yoo, family gatherings feel like a UFC fight. my cousins are out here throwing jabs about their perfect lives, and i’m just dodging questions like a pro. "when are you settling down?" "why don’t you have a job like your brother?" घर वाले समझते नहीं that sometimes being single and struggling isn’t a choice, it’s just life. i swear if one more person mentions how i “need to step it up,” i might tap ...
not gonna lie, I’ve been going to the gym, like everyone says you should. I walk past the juice bar every time—so fresh, so healthy—like the pictures in magazines. But the truth? I’ve got this hidden stash of instant ramen in my kitchen—my new BFF. Last week, I asked the cashier for a bag because I felt awkward putting it on the belt. It was just a 4-pack, but suddenly I realized, every time I think I’m doing okay, I’m actually just playing pretend with my life.
not gonna lie, I’ve been going to the gym, like everyone says you should. I walk past the juice bar every time—so fresh, so healthy—like the pictures in magazines. But the truth? I’ve got this hidden stash of instant ramen in my kitchen—my new BFF. Last week, I asked the cashier for a bag because I felt awkward putting it on the belt. It was just a 4-pack, but suddenly I realized, every time I think I’m doing okay, I’m actually just playing pretend with my life.
yooo, can we talk about how family gatherings feel like a live interrogation, with everyone playing judge and jury over my life decisions? like, while my cousin's being praised for just existing, i'm out here crumbling under the weight of parental expectations that seem to grow like weeds. my horoscope said to embrace my instincts but all i feel is pressure to fit into this perfect little box they...