it's not that i’m envious, it’s just— scrolling through everyone’s posts about buying houses while i can’t even afford new tires for my car is a special kind of torture. saw a friend just got a brand new job and i'm still in the same role, with the same daily grind. and meanwhile, i’m sitting here naming imaginary pets that i’ll never own with someone i barely know— like, maybe i should just chang...
it’s funny how setting a boundary makes you the villain — like did anyone ask how I feel when I’m drowning in the chaos of family drama? my cousin just got a promotion and everybody's celebrating — but here I am, stuck in a toxic cycle and suddenly, I'm the bad guy for wanting peace. am I the only one who finds it wild that they can’t handle my "no"? oh, right — because it’s way easier to label me...
honestly, I just sat here reading about the truck accidents. it's surreal, you know? while people are losing their lives, I'm struggling to even pay for dinner with my friends. no one gets it. yaar, sabko lagta hai ki mein thoda dramatize kar raha hoon. it's not just money. it's this overwhelming loneliness that hits hard when I think about how life is just happening, and I’m stuck waiting for it to change. it's weirdly comforting, knowing that at least I'm not alone in feeling lost. #From #Loneliness
honestly, I just sat here reading about the truck accidents. it's surreal, you know? while people are losing their lives, I'm struggling to even pay for dinner with my friends. no one gets it. yaar, sabko lagta hai ki mein thoda dramatize kar raha hoon. it's not just money. it's this overwhelming loneliness that hits hard when I think about how life is just happening, and I’m stuck waiting for it to change. it's weirdly comforting, knowing that at least I'm not alone in feeling lost. #From #Loneliness
not gonna lie, I thought thirty would mean I’d have my life together. instead, I’m watching couples hold hands at coffee shops, and all I have is my old record collection and a sad plant that’s definitely judging me. sometimes I think about my ex, like what I’d say if I bumped into them. probably a mix of “I’m doing great” and “sorry, is your new partner a toaster? I hope they make you toast.” I j...