i watched a documentary on T.J. Oshie's shootout and suddenly felt like all my art has been a public display for other people to casually swipe. like, do they not get that my creative energy deserves an audience too? literally sat in a café sketching while someone casually recreated my ideas on their Instagram, and now I’m just here trying to keep my originality intact, you know? it’s all just too...
day 57 of not having anyone to text when I need a laugh, I ended up scrolling through my contact list and saw hundreds of names but nobody who really knows me, I double texted and then triple texted the only person who would probably respond, only to feel like a ghost haunting the group chats, and honestly, considering faking my death just so someone might care enough to notice I'm missing.
yooo, bruh, the aunty asked me when I’m getting married like I even have health insurance, yaar. matlab, I was just trying to enjoy the samosas when she said, “kya kar rahe ho, beta?” and I froze like a deer caught in headlights. do I tell her I can’t even afford basic ramen, let alone a wedding? my mind went blank - “aunty, let me get my life together first... mere saath mat karo!” then she started talking about my cousin’s extravagant wedding and I swear, I choked on my chai— #PressureIsReal #AuntyChronicles
yooo, bruh, the aunty asked me when I’m getting married like I even have health insurance, yaar. matlab, I was just trying to enjoy the samosas when she said, “kya kar rahe ho, beta?” and I froze like a deer caught in headlights. do I tell her I can’t even afford basic ramen, let alone a wedding? my mind went blank - “aunty, let me get my life together first... mere saath mat karo!” then she started talking about my cousin’s extravagant wedding and I swear, I choked on my chai— #PressureIsReal #AuntyChronicles
yooo, sometimes I sit in my room scrolling through my old pictures and wonder if I ever had fun or just took a lot of selfies. like, am I really living or just perfecting my smiling face for the gram?