honestly, the other day I shared my excitement about the sun coming out for the first time in weeks, and you’d think I just announced I won the lottery, because suddenly everyone was like, “how dare you be happy when the weather is sooo chaotic.” meanwhile, I’m at home laughing alone about a jacket I can’t wear because it’s suddenly “T20 cricket rain” season again. like, can someone please explain...
it's not that i don’t care about what happens at these award shows... it's just, like, every time i hear someone talking about an artist like Jessie Ware getting a big moment, i get this tightness in my chest because it reminds me of how often i stand on the sidelines, watching people chase their dreams while i'm just... here, pretending i’m okay but really avoiding the dreams i left behind. like,...
i sometimes think about how my desk plant is probably healthier than my financial situation. honestly, it thrives on neglect while i’m literally drowning in hidden fees and subscriptions i forgot i signed up for. everyone thinks i’m raking it in because i wear nice clothes to the office, but really, it’s all just a glamorous disguise for the emptiness of my bank account.
i sometimes think about how my desk plant is probably healthier than my financial situation. honestly, it thrives on neglect while i’m literally drowning in hidden fees and subscriptions i forgot i signed up for. everyone thinks i’m raking it in because i wear nice clothes to the office, but really, it’s all just a glamorous disguise for the emptiness of my bank account.
bruh, just read that Uday Kotak got appointed chair of GIFT city. meanwhile, I'm still figuring out how to gift myself basic stability. it feels like every family dinner is a contest to see who’s doing better, while my bank balance barely allows me to survive the next week. parents act like my existence is a personal disappointment, but honestly, I’m just out here dodging life like it's a full-tim...