literally the moment I said I would stop sharing my homemade salad dressing recipe with my family, it was like I declared WAR. I could have announced I’d become a professional magician, and it wouldn’t have made a difference. Now, every time I walk into a family gathering, I get side-eyed like I’m wearing a tinfoil hat. I once even overheard my aunt whisper about starting a petition to bring “Kath...
honestly, every time i hear about mukesh ambani making billions with a snap of his fingers, it stings. i was supposed to be a success story too—perfect grades, student loans, but now i am literally living paycheck to paycheck. my rishtedaar keep asking if i’ve found a stable job, but what they don’t know is that i’m drowning in hidden debt, pretending to be okay while just counting days to the nex...
bruh, I caught myself staring at an empty jar of pickles today, thinking about how I could pretend it held all the meaningful conversations I never had. Like, I could pick it up, shake it, and make up stories of friends I haven't seen in years, laughing over dinner that never happened. I scroll through contacts on my phone, but it's just names that echo back silence, and here I am talking to a jar instead.
bruh, I caught myself staring at an empty jar of pickles today, thinking about how I could pretend it held all the meaningful conversations I never had. Like, I could pick it up, shake it, and make up stories of friends I haven't seen in years, laughing over dinner that never happened. I scroll through contacts on my phone, but it's just names that echo back silence, and here I am talking to a jar instead.
day 34 of my chronic inability to navigate adult life, and i somehow sent a screenshot of a meme to the ONE person whose face i screenshotted. just. THE most embarrassing collection of ten badly drawn frogs and the caption, "when you realize you’ve been living in a simulation since 2020." now they think i am a frog meme enthusiast. my brain immediately went to worst-case scenario. they are gonna t...