yooo, matlab samjho na, jab maine apne dost ka Maldives ki pictures dekhi, mujhe realize hua ki mere paas toh “staycation” ki bhi budget nahi hai. toh maine socha, chalo koi takraar toh nahi hai, laptop par “tropical beach sounds” chalaya aur ek gilaas pani lekar soya. par tab maine accidentally apne ghar walon ko bol diya ki main ‘budget traveling’ kar raha hoon. ab woh log mujhe travel tips de r...
not gonna lie, I spent last Saturday organizing my sock drawer while everyone else was busy having brunch with their new partners. as I paired up striped with polka dot, I realized I built a whole identity around someone who isn’t even here anymore. I’m officially in a committed relationship—with my mismatched socks—because apparently that’s easier than facing the fact that all those date nights I...
it's not that i’m still hung up on them. it’s just that every time i see someone share wedding photos, i mentally plan how to accessorize my funeral outfit for when the news inevitably hits. i mean, one black dress is good, but do you think pearls or lace is more appropriate for an emotional collapse? i swear, part of me is still hoping they’ll turn around one day, like a rom-com where i show up at the airport right before they leave. totally delusional, but how else do i cope with every single couple getting what i used to dream of?
it's not that i’m still hung up on them. it’s just that every time i see someone share wedding photos, i mentally plan how to accessorize my funeral outfit for when the news inevitably hits. i mean, one black dress is good, but do you think pearls or lace is more appropriate for an emotional collapse? i swear, part of me is still hoping they’ll turn around one day, like a rom-com where i show up at the airport right before they leave. totally delusional, but how else do i cope with every single couple getting what i used to dream of?
ok but honestly, I sit in my room scrolling through people’s lives on my phone and it feels like I’m trapped in a bubble. like, I literally have hundreds of contacts but nobody who really knows me. adulting is isolating, yaar, matlab samjho na, especially when everyone seems to be rushing into marriages while I’m stuck calculating if I can afford the damn thing or just dive into the endless pit of...