it’s day 17 of my journey trying to breathe in this toxic Delhi air. every time i step outside, i feel like i am literally trying to inhale a fog of disappointment. remember that moment when your parent said 'i’m not mad, i’m just disappointed'? yeah, that’s the feeling i get when i step out, like even the universe is letting me down. my friend just texted me to check the AQI and i had to respond,...
i just unsent a message to someone. but they saw it. now i am spiraling like i'm scouting for fordham basketball stats to justify my life choices. it's like searching for proof that i might not be going to the game this weekend. is it too much to want to enjoy a game without the burden of my previous weirdness hanging over me? #FordhamBasketball #HelpMe
wait, so my coworker literally took credit for my office plant watering chart and presented it as their own innovation. now i have to pretend like it’s fine while plotting the most elaborate revenge. honestly, who knew ferns could spark workplace drama?
wait, so my coworker literally took credit for my office plant watering chart and presented it as their own innovation. now i have to pretend like it’s fine while plotting the most elaborate revenge. honestly, who knew ferns could spark workplace drama?
last night, my aunt’s cat jumped on my lap, and I panicked and told it I loved it, forgetting that the family was staring. it stared back, so I said thank you, and now I am fully convinced that I might need therapy because I’m more attached to that feline than half my actual family...