no because, like, I literally ghosted this guy who was super nice, and I feel bad but it was easier than explaining that I can't adult right now. instead of sending a text, I sat for hours writing and deleting this emotional essay about how I’m basically in a rom-com plot gone wrong. and then, after all that, I just... left him on read like some kind of bad horror movie villain. like, surprise, yo...
i found out my job was posted online and part of me felt this weight lift, but the other part was drowning in shame. at family gatherings, i brace myself for the interrogations. "what about that promotion?" they ask, like my whole existence revolves around climbing some invisible ladder. they don’t see the hours i put in or how overwhelmed i feel. instead, i hear echoes of my cousin’s perfect life...
kya kabhi socha hai, jab ghar wale humare achievements pe neighbor ko brag karte hain, unhe sach nahi pata ki hum sab kuch chhod ke aay hain, sirf ek saali si feeling ko dhundne? kabhi kabhi sochta hoon, agar unhe mere khud ke gham aur failures ka pata chale, toh kya wo itne proud honge? kuch cheezein achi lagti hain par parda ke peeche ki kahani—utni khubsurat nahi hoti. #HappyKissDayWishes #LifeStruggles
kya kabhi socha hai, jab ghar wale humare achievements pe neighbor ko brag karte hain, unhe sach nahi pata ki hum sab kuch chhod ke aay hain, sirf ek saali si feeling ko dhundne? kabhi kabhi sochta hoon, agar unhe mere khud ke gham aur failures ka pata chale, toh kya wo itne proud honge? kuch cheezein achi lagti hain par parda ke peeche ki kahani—utni khubsurat nahi hoti. #HappyKissDayWishes #LifeStruggles
it’s not that i can’t keep my house clean... it’s just that every time i make a dent in the laundry, it suddenly multiplies like those damn gremlins. and why do the dust bunnies have a reunion every single weekend? sometimes i wonder if this is the universe's way of telling me i’m just a really great party host for invisible creatures... or maybe i’m just the uninvited guest in my own life.