honestly, valentine’s day feels like an episode of a reality show where everyone else has a diamond ring and i’m over here just hoping to find loose change in my couch cushions. ghar wale poochte hain kyun nahi mil rahi shaadi, par unhe ye nahi pata ki main toh kisi emergency expense ke liye bhi budget kar raha hoon. bas ye mehsoos hota hai ki sabko lagta hai mere paas sab kuch hai, jab ki main si...
day 12 of pretending my favorite shirt isn't a little too tight—every time I put it on, it’s like wearing a reminder of all the takeout I didn't need. I scroll past influencer posts where they flaunt effortless styles, while I’m over here shoving my wallet in the back of the closet—hoping it won't hear my stomach growling for the third night in a row. at some point, waiting for someone to save me ...
literally set a boundary for my own sanity, and now everyone treats me like i just ruined the last season of their favorite show. honestly, it’s like i triggered a meme where i’m the villain, while they forget the toxic comments have been rewatching for years. now i scroll through social media and see them sharing inside jokes that feel like they’re pointed at me, like i’m an episode that got canc...