bruh, I just texted my therapist about how I secretly judge my coworker for having weird sock choices— and they replied two seconds later. Now I’m sitting here wondering if they’ll ever see me the same way again, like am I now the sock-snob client? Guess I’m that person now— I mean, what even is an appropriate response to "do I need to reevaluate my wardrobe choices?" #awkwardconfessions #selfref...
not gonna lie, my parents keep asking about savings like I’m supposed to have a treasure chest buried in the backyard. meanwhile, I’m sitting here juggling loans like it’s a circus act, hoping my bank account doesn’t realize I’ve been ‘in the negative’ for weeks. yaar, jab bhi koi friend flat kharidta hai, dil se sochta hoon, “main kyun abhi bhi ghar wale ka launda hoon?!” but hey, at least I can ...
i saw another one of my friends posting about their brand new house. meanwhile, my idea of luxury is a pair of socks without holes. why does it feel like everyone got handed a treasure map while i’m here using a crumpled up fast food bag as a pillow? watching their highlight reels while i can’t even afford to leave my mom’s basement feels like some kind of sick joke. is this what adulting looks like? signing leases while i’m still trying to negotiate with my cat about which corner of the couch is mine.
i saw another one of my friends posting about their brand new house. meanwhile, my idea of luxury is a pair of socks without holes. why does it feel like everyone got handed a treasure map while i’m here using a crumpled up fast food bag as a pillow? watching their highlight reels while i can’t even afford to leave my mom’s basement feels like some kind of sick joke. is this what adulting looks like? signing leases while i’m still trying to negotiate with my cat about which corner of the couch is mine.
not gonna lie, sometimes I still hear the ice cream truck from my childhood and it sends me into a spiral about that summer I tried to impress my crush by rollerblading, only to fall face-first in front of everyone. I pretend I’ve moved on, but I still can’t skate without imagining that moment, and it’s honestly ridiculous that I’m this haunted by a stupid crush and a bruised ego.