not gonna lie, my parents keep asking about savings like I’m supposed to have a treasure chest buried in the backyard. meanwhile, I’m sitting here juggling loans like it’s a circus act, hoping my bank account doesn’t realize I’ve been ‘in the negative’ for weeks. yaar, jab bhi koi friend flat kharidta hai, dil se sochta hoon, “main kyun abhi bhi ghar wale ka launda hoon?!” but hey, at least I can ...
i saw another one of my friends posting about their brand new house. meanwhile, my idea of luxury is a pair of socks without holes. why does it feel like everyone got handed a treasure map while i’m here using a crumpled up fast food bag as a pillow? watching their highlight reels while i can’t even afford to leave my mom’s basement feels like some kind of sick joke. is this what adulting looks li...
not gonna lie, sometimes I still hear the ice cream truck from my childhood and it sends me into a spiral about that summer I tried to impress my crush by rollerblading, only to fall face-first in front of everyone. I pretend I’ve moved on, but I still can’t skate without imagining that moment, and it’s honestly ridiculous that I’m this haunted by a stupid crush and a bruised ego.
not gonna lie, sometimes I still hear the ice cream truck from my childhood and it sends me into a spiral about that summer I tried to impress my crush by rollerblading, only to fall face-first in front of everyone. I pretend I’ve moved on, but I still can’t skate without imagining that moment, and it’s honestly ridiculous that I’m this haunted by a stupid crush and a bruised ego.
honestly, my therapist says to "invest in meaningful connections," but then my phone buzzes with hundreds of notifications that feel like a party invitation to a gathering I never wanted to join. literally, i pass acquaintances at the grocery store, and it feels like they’re familiar ghosts. what’s the point of knowing people's names if nobody truly knows me, you know? it’s funny—no one even bothe...