not gonna lie, showing up to that reunion felt like walking into a trap. everyone is chatting about their shiny promotions and i’m sitting here still organizing the same dusty files since two thousand nineteen. i could hear my inner voice saying “just pretend to care” while i subtly wish someone would ask me about my cat. like, seriously, that’s my latest accomplishment; watching them finally catc...
it's not that i don’t enjoy gaming, it’s just that my side hustle in creating tutorials for it literally pays more than my actual job. now i’m stuck in a full-time role where my biggest accomplishment last week was figuring out how to change the printer paper, while i watch my tutorial views soar like jaren jackson jr. on the court. so yeah, my life feels like a basketball game where i'm barely ma...
yaar, saw my classmate’s wedding video, fifty lakhs ka setup hai na, matlab unke baarish mein mehendi lag raha tha and here i am, sitting with my fifty thousand savings feeling like a loser. sometimes i think, what if i just left everything behind and lived in a treehouse? par phir sochta hoon, even squirrels must think my life is boring. hai na?
yaar, saw my classmate’s wedding video, fifty lakhs ka setup hai na, matlab unke baarish mein mehendi lag raha tha and here i am, sitting with my fifty thousand savings feeling like a loser. sometimes i think, what if i just left everything behind and lived in a treehouse? par phir sochta hoon, even squirrels must think my life is boring. hai na?
i know they saw my search history and i just sat there pretending it didn’t happen. it was like watching my secret life flash before someone else’s eyes, full of late-night googles about “what does it mean to feel utterly alone?” still, we both chose silence. this unspoken agreement of misery, as if naming it would make it real and somehow more unbearable.