not gonna lie, the news about ajay banga and job creation hit me harder than my bank balance. i just spent half my paycheck on a 2-month-old “exclusive” perfume that went on sale immediately after i bought it. اب کوئی سمجھتا نہیں کہ جب میں اس خواب دنیا میں ہوں، پیسہ تو خواب لگتا ہے۔ my mom thinks i’m just “not trying hard enough.” hard enough for what? to afford shampoo or another "essential"? #Aj...
honestly, i spent six months perfecting my pasta-making skills because i thought he’d appreciate home-cooked meals. literally, every Sunday was flour, water, and way too many YouTube tutorials. then he left, and now i’m here eating my own creations alone, like, what was the point? sometimes, i’ll post a picture of the dishes, hoping strangers will appreciate them, but really, it’s just me trying t...
why do family gatherings always feel like a live audition for a role you never wanted? like, i walk in and my aunts immediately switch to a format of “how’s your job? are you dating anyone yet?” like i'm the only one in the room who’s not a doctor or a lawyer. meanwhile, my cousin, who has five kids and an inflatable dinosaur in their backyard, looks at me like they’re holding the secret to happiness while i'm just trying to figure out how to tell my parents that i’m not miserable because i’m unmarried. the truth is, i spend more time dreading the judgment than enjoying the potluck casserole that tastes like a meal prepared in 1987.
why do family gatherings always feel like a live audition for a role you never wanted? like, i walk in and my aunts immediately switch to a format of “how’s your job? are you dating anyone yet?” like i'm the only one in the room who’s not a doctor or a lawyer. meanwhile, my cousin, who has five kids and an inflatable dinosaur in their backyard, looks at me like they’re holding the secret to happiness while i'm just trying to figure out how to tell my parents that i’m not miserable because i’m unmarried. the truth is, i spend more time dreading the judgment than enjoying the potluck casserole that tastes like a meal prepared in 1987.
its not that i wanted my friend to see me crying over a fictional character during a movie trailer, but here we are. i forgot my ex’s favorite movie was about a football team and ended up explaining my feels about "皇家贝蒂斯 - 马德里竞技" like i was analyzing Shakespeare, right as i heard my own voice cracking from deep, embarrassing vulnerability. meanwhile, my coworker’s screen shot everything, clearly i...