so the dog somehow got into the trash and i just walked into a whole buffet of moldy pizza and coffee grounds like is this the afterlife. and now i am left wondering if this is my life’s biggest fail or the world’s weirdest canine buffet, because somehow both sound equally plausible.
yar, matlab samjho na, aaj account check kiya toh pata chala ke khud ke liye ek choti si khaas cheez bhi afford nahi kar sakta. sab kuch toh khatam ho gaya, bills, grocery, aur bas kuch bhi nahi bacha…घर वाले समझते नहीं.
i literally miss the feeling of having extra cash to spend on stupid stuff, like books or concerts, but no one gets that when you send home money every month it feels like your whole life is just working to make someone else's dreams come true. i sit here eating rice and beans, and sometimes i just wish someone would ask me what i want for a change, you know?
i literally miss the feeling of having extra cash to spend on stupid stuff, like books or concerts, but no one gets that when you send home money every month it feels like your whole life is just working to make someone else's dreams come true. i sit here eating rice and beans, and sometimes i just wish someone would ask me what i want for a change, you know?
i just saw a picture of a friend in the bahamas and i forgot how to feel like even my one small trip to the coast last year was such a hassle and my studio apartment is like a prison with its peeling paint and the hum of the fridge is my only soundtrack while they are living their best life and sometimes i wonder if my salary of thirty thousand even means anything in the grand scheme of everyone's...