honestly, I poured my heart into a detailed essay about the psychological toll of 5 a.m. meetings at my office—crafted an entire narrative about my caffeine-fueled descent into madness—only to get back a single crying-laughing emoji, and now I'm questioning whether I’m writing self-help guides for someone who doesn't even take me seriously. it’s like the Super Bowl of emotional investment ended in...
it's not that i care about gold prices. it's just that i found myself googling "सोना चांदी का भाव आज" in the middle of a very important online game of solitaire. felt a little too much like my parents, but here i am planning a future investment while not even paying my bills on time. the way life is kicking me right now, i might end up buying gold as a way to flex my financial security, but who am...
so, like, I literally moved across the country for this person, thinking we would build this amazing life together, and then they ghosted me three months later. like, now I have an entire wardrobe of matching couple outfits that I wear alone while making up fictional arguments about who gets to keep the throw pillows. so here I am, wondering if I should just take my matching socks to therapy or if they are simply a tragic reminder of my delusional optimism.
so, like, I literally moved across the country for this person, thinking we would build this amazing life together, and then they ghosted me three months later. like, now I have an entire wardrobe of matching couple outfits that I wear alone while making up fictional arguments about who gets to keep the throw pillows. so here I am, wondering if I should just take my matching socks to therapy or if they are simply a tragic reminder of my delusional optimism.
so there i was, peeking at my friend's phone while they snored louder than a freight train. i didn't expect to find TWO HUNDRED photos of napkin art. yes, NAPKIN ART. they were arranged by COLOR and the final one was a napkin tribute to a cat they don't own. like, WHO DOES THAT? now i can't unsee the detailed charcoal sketch of a very confused raccoon on a crumpled paper towel. do i bring this up ...