lmao, so I went full-on chameleon for this guy, changed my playlist to smooth jazz, started wearing beige like I’m auditioning for an influencer role, even learned to enjoy... kale. I thought I was becoming an aesthetic god. but here we are, and he tells me he still prefers the girl who drinks soda straight from the can while bingeing on meme compilations. like, sir, where’s my trophy for dedicati...
it's 3am and I'm wide awake, obsessing over a travel influencer who just posted about exploring Albania. my anxiety spirals as I imagine them having the time of their life while I struggle to stay awake for yet another meeting about office supplies. I mean, they’re frolicking by some picturesque beach while I’m here contemplating if "too many tabs open" is a legit reason for my boss to be annoyed ...
it's not that i care about the whole jana nayagan drama. it's just that my group chat turned into a courtroom, and suddenly, i’m the defendant without a lawyer. they argue over a movie verdict while i’m still grappling with my last verdict... that leftover pizza slice in the fridge. did i really sign up for this? i thought we were just debating snacks. so now, instead of discussing dinner plans, it's who’s on what side, and i'm over here trying to remember the last time someone asked how i was doing… but uh, all they want to talk about is whether that one actor will get out of the doghouse or not. where do i fit in this? it’s as confusing as trying to decipher a plot twist in a terrible film. maybe the real scandal is me realizing i’m still waiting for my friends to stop treating my life l...
it's not that i care about the whole jana nayagan drama. it's just that my group chat turned into a courtroom, and suddenly, i’m the defendant without a lawyer. they argue over a movie verdict while i’m still grappling with my last verdict... that leftover pizza slice in the fridge. did i really sign up for this? i thought we were just debating snacks. so now, instead of discussing dinner plans, it's who’s on what side, and i'm over here trying to remember the last time someone asked how i was doing… but uh, all they want to talk about is whether that one actor will get out of the doghouse or not. where do i fit in this? it’s as confusing as trying to decipher a plot twist in a terrible film. maybe the real scandal is me realizing i’m still waiting for my friends to stop treating my life l...
saw the news about that massive fire in kolkata, and for a split second, I thought, at least my apartment isn’t on fire. but then I remembered I forgot to pay my electricity bill last month and got a nasty warning about being disconnected. so now I’m left wondering if I’m really becoming the kind of person who would ruin their whole life over a few missed payments, while simultaneously dodging the...