last night, I opened my phone and saw a friend flaunting their new car, all shiny and gleaming. meanwhile, I'm at home in my tiny apartment, still figuring out which bills to prioritize. it’s like everyone else has found their perfect path, while I’m just stumbling through this dark maze called adulthood. I keep scrolling, pretending I’m happy for them, but inside, I’m just feeling… left behind. i...
just realized that while my batchmate is flexing their second car, i’m here wondering if the bus driver will even let me sit in the front seat today. matlab, who do i even think i am, right? while they’re counting their horsepower, i’m over here counting the number of days i’ve survived the daily grind. ab itna to sach hai, their car is fancy but my personality is an absolute 100 percent certified...
they think my closet is filled with designer clothes — I smile and nod while inside I'm wearing the same four outfits, rotating like a sad carousel. I manifest abundance every night, praying the universe slips me a winning lottery ticket while my heart races over an overdue bill. every time I swipe my card, I pretend it’s full of magic money, but the reality is just desperation mixed with delusions of grandeur — I might be broke, but I’m absolutely thriving in my head.
they think my closet is filled with designer clothes — I smile and nod while inside I'm wearing the same four outfits, rotating like a sad carousel. I manifest abundance every night, praying the universe slips me a winning lottery ticket while my heart races over an overdue bill. every time I swipe my card, I pretend it’s full of magic money, but the reality is just desperation mixed with delusions of grandeur — I might be broke, but I’m absolutely thriving in my head.
yooo, so I was sitting there, admiring my succulent collection, right? it was all peaceful until I realized I'm basically one weird emotional attachment away from confessing feelings to someone who insists they don’t do relationships. and then it hit me—what if my plants have more stability than this person? like, at least my cacti don't ghost me when I water them.