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the way that they think elections are just a fun fair, while i'm calculating if i can afford a full meal this week—yaar, matlab samjho na, this mfs transaction cap is just going to tighten the noose on my budget more. my parents always say poverty is a choice, but they don’t know about the hidden debt that lurks behind my cheerful facade, hai na? the elections might close banks, but the real poll ...
last night, yaar, i saw my childhood friend post about his new car and a house that probably costs more than my self-esteem. honestly, it’s like everyone got a memo about succeeding while i'm here, introducing myself as ‘MNC mein kaam karta hai,’ but matlab, how does that even help when you can't afford the basics? literally feel like a spectator in a race where everyone's winning except me, bhai. people call me toxic for cutting off friends but this isolation feels like my only shield now. #PortoFc #RealityCheck
no because the stock market is crashing and I’m over here clutching my phone like it's the last thing tethering me to sanity. last night I found a screenshot of my aunt holding a “help me” sign she crafted from scraps of birthday wrapping paper at our chaotic family gathering. meanwhile, I’ve got a meltdown playing in my mind because my job feels like a sinking ship and I’m not sure if I should ab...
the way that I was just casually scrolling, minding my own business, when I found out my best friend spilled the tea about my “disastrous high school poetry phase” to basically everyone. no one told me they were circulating that like it was some viral meme, and I just caught myself nervously rehearsing how to explain the “artistic choices” I made back then… or, uh, also how I still cry every time ...