I wrote a whole thank you speech for an award I definitely did not win, and let’s be real, who knew crafting heartfelt gratitude could feel so empty? I mean, did I seriously spend three hours thanking my bathroom mirror for “always reflecting my best self” while my real life was falling apart like an IKEA bookshelf missing half the screws? What kind of existential crisis leads a grown adult to add...
sometimes i scroll through my contacts, yaar, and it's just a long list of names—no one really knows me anymore. matlab, i’m drowning in engineering assignments while my cousin flaunts their lavish salary abroad, hai na? the more i swipe, the lonelier it feels—like having hundreds of people but nobody who would even pick up if i called. kya yaar, it’s just so isolating, like every connection slipp...
honestly, when I heard about Japan's PM securing a supermajority, I couldn't help but feel a weird mix of envy and existential dread. yaar, matlab I sacrificed everything to come here, yet I'm scrolling through my phone alone, wondering if anyone even cares about my struggles. while they're winning elections, I'm just trying to figure out if my fridge can hold more than two days' worth of food. koi samjhta nahi, bhai. sometimes I just feel like packing up and disappearing into a place where nobody knows my failures. #Japan #ExistentialCrisis
honestly, when I heard about Japan's PM securing a supermajority, I couldn't help but feel a weird mix of envy and existential dread. yaar, matlab I sacrificed everything to come here, yet I'm scrolling through my phone alone, wondering if anyone even cares about my struggles. while they're winning elections, I'm just trying to figure out if my fridge can hold more than two days' worth of food. koi samjhta nahi, bhai. sometimes I just feel like packing up and disappearing into a place where nobody knows my failures. #Japan #ExistentialCrisis
ever calculated how long it would take to save up for something and just kind of... spiraled? i did that yesterday for a new sofa and realized i’d need to subsist on instant ramen and old granola bars for the next two years. part of me wanted to tell my couch that it's been a great few years, but it's time for us to part ways. yet here i am, typing this while contemplating if using my kitchen tabl...