yaar, saw my classmate’s wedding video, fifty lakhs ka setup hai na, matlab unke baarish mein mehendi lag raha tha and here i am, sitting with my fifty thousand savings feeling like a loser. sometimes i think, what if i just left everything behind and lived in a treehouse? par phir sochta hoon, even squirrels must think my life is boring. hai na?
i know they saw my search history and i just sat there pretending it didn’t happen. it was like watching my secret life flash before someone else’s eyes, full of late-night googles about “what does it mean to feel utterly alone?” still, we both chose silence. this unspoken agreement of misery, as if naming it would make it real and somehow more unbearable.
just realized last night that even my plants are dying and I'm not sure if it's overwatering or if I’m just bad at life, yaar. matlab, I make sure to have the right fertilizer, but my money just... goes. 2 years in this city and people think I’m living the high life, hai na? they don't know I’m eating instant noodles like they’re gourmet and pretending everything's cool while the only thing I’m cultivating is debt.
just realized last night that even my plants are dying and I'm not sure if it's overwatering or if I’m just bad at life, yaar. matlab, I make sure to have the right fertilizer, but my money just... goes. 2 years in this city and people think I’m living the high life, hai na? they don't know I’m eating instant noodles like they’re gourmet and pretending everything's cool while the only thing I’m cultivating is debt.
no because the way that I thought growing up meant escaping your parents meant you'd have limitless energy. then last week, I spent three hours re-folding laundry I was too lazy to put away, only to realize I’m now basically a middle-aged divorcee fighting with my cat over who gets the last slice of pizza. I awkwardly offered to share my deep life insights with the pizza, but all it wanted was to ...