bruh, just heard about the new voter slip thing from BNP, yaar, matlab samjho na, I can barely figure out my own life and now there's this added stress. everyone I used to call friends has turned into strangers, matlab, I don’t even know who to reach out to when I'm feeling low, hai na? like, I'm trying to plan a future but it feels like I’m stuck in a never-ending cycle of debt and loneliness. so...
ever feel like you're just a character in a play? i’ve spent so long molding myself to fit into everyone else's expectations that when i finally sit alone, i don’t even know who that character is anymore. the news about the train disruptions hit me hard, not just because it’s a hassle, but it mirrors my own stops and starts in life. while passengers are delayed and frustrated, i’m stuck wondering ...
So there I was, sitting at the edge of my bed, Googling “how to cook quinoa,” when I realized I didn’t even own a pot. Then I heard my neighbor laughing loudly outside, like he thought I was a total loser for being a culinary disaster. I swear, I think he judged my takeout choices last week because I forgot to hide the bags—like I was playing hide and seek with... takeout—anyway, as I struggled with the thought of actually showing up to that 'quick chat'—I mean, do you think my manager knows I’ve burnt toast five times in a row? It’s like I’m being called to the principal’s office for... what was I even doing again?—oh right, quinoa...
So there I was, sitting at the edge of my bed, Googling “how to cook quinoa,” when I realized I didn’t even own a pot. Then I heard my neighbor laughing loudly outside, like he thought I was a total loser for being a culinary disaster. I swear, I think he judged my takeout choices last week because I forgot to hide the bags—like I was playing hide and seek with... takeout—anyway, as I struggled with the thought of actually showing up to that 'quick chat'—I mean, do you think my manager knows I’ve burnt toast five times in a row? It’s like I’m being called to the principal’s office for... what was I even doing again?—oh right, quinoa...
it's day 16 of this month and my bank account is screaming at me. i scroll through social media, watching friends buy houses, new cars, living these lives that feel light years away from my reality. it hurts, knowing they were all supposed to be the ones in my corner. meanwhile, i'm just trying to figure out how to buy groceries without overdrafting again. feels like the whole world is moving forw...