it's not that i can't express myself. it's just easier to play the character everyone expects. like at work, i walk in wearing a fake smile—do they realize i imagine throwing their petty drama in a blender sometimes? i mean, we praise players like nikola jokić for their skills, but what about the mundane talents i perfected? navigating pointless meetings, pretending their fake compliments matter, ...
i woke up at 2am just to change my entire wardrobe to impress a date, and now i find myself scrolling through tax refund news wondering if i will get my money back before i buy new funeral attire for my soul. real talk, my only investment this year was in fitting into their ideal version of me and now they’re dating someone who actually eats carbs. #IrsTaxRefunds #relatable
yooo, just found out my old roommate listed our favorite taco joint as a ‘life milestone’ on some dating profile. like, bruh, really? i spent years building my entire personality around how to perfectly roll a burrito. now i'm stuck here eating instant ramen and overanalyzing every goddamn guacamole recipe. who knew loneliness would taste so much like regret and cilantro?
yooo, just found out my old roommate listed our favorite taco joint as a ‘life milestone’ on some dating profile. like, bruh, really? i spent years building my entire personality around how to perfectly roll a burrito. now i'm stuck here eating instant ramen and overanalyzing every goddamn guacamole recipe. who knew loneliness would taste so much like regret and cilantro?
yooo, every time a rishtedaar asks about my job, I feel like I’m starring in a tragicomedy. people posting photos of new houses and flashy cars while I sit here, wondering if I should start charging my phone or my own self-worth. it's all like "congratulations on the promotion" and I’m over here looking up the latest IDBI Bank share price as if it's gonna magically change my fate. kuch nahi badla,...