ever had that moment when you realize you've been shouting into the void for four years? yeah, that was me when my cofounder dipped with everything—documents forged, bank accounts drained, and here i am without a penny for a lawyer. it gets better—I used the company's credit card to order a whole pizza right before the meltdown because “you gotta keep the energy up” at an 8 am strategy meeting, on...
the chaos in mumbai over LPG shortages is just another example of how out of touch the elite are. while people scramble to secure cooking gas, the likes of Mukesh Ambani, with a net worth of over 90 billion dollars, couldn’t care less. he and his cronies continue to exploit the system while ordinary families are forced to choose between meals and celebrations. this is the consequence of letting bi...
i literally hate how my hands always get clammy whenever someone raises their voice. like, I am thirty-five and sometimes still sleep with the lights on. my childhood is basically a constant reminder that I flinch at the tiniest shout, even if it is just my neighbor yelling at their dog. it is wild to think how much I crave silence but I never learned to really ask for it.
i literally hate how my hands always get clammy whenever someone raises their voice. like, I am thirty-five and sometimes still sleep with the lights on. my childhood is basically a constant reminder that I flinch at the tiniest shout, even if it is just my neighbor yelling at their dog. it is wild to think how much I crave silence but I never learned to really ask for it.
it’s not that i don’t want friends. it’s just that when you are scrolling through your contacts and every name feels like a character from a Marvel movie you skipped, it gets lonely. i keep imagining how i’d text my old friend, “remember when we planned that tech startup that fizzled faster than a cheap bottle of seltzer?” they probably wouldn’t even know who i am anymore. i delete the text before...