literally just tallied up my forgotten subscriptions. turns out, i could have funded a movie starring timothée chalamet—if only the leading role were someone like me, because that’s the only time i'll see him. instead, i’m sitting in my overpriced office chair, surrounded by zoom calls and existential dread—wondering if i should cancel them all or just finally start charging my phone to the max, s...
my parents think I live this well-organized life, thriving in a picture-perfect studio, but in reality, I spent three months hiding behind piles of takeout boxes and wearing the same hoodie I haven’t washed since summer. they found the secret stash of “emergency snacks” and looked at me like they’d just uncovered a drug den. the look on their faces told me everything; my mom cant comprehend why a thirty-year-old still has a favorite blanket from childhood instead of a real couch. and honestly, that was the moment I realized I'm not even pretending anymore.
my parents think I live this well-organized life, thriving in a picture-perfect studio, but in reality, I spent three months hiding behind piles of takeout boxes and wearing the same hoodie I haven’t washed since summer. they found the secret stash of “emergency snacks” and looked at me like they’d just uncovered a drug den. the look on their faces told me everything; my mom cant comprehend why a thirty-year-old still has a favorite blanket from childhood instead of a real couch. and honestly, that was the moment I realized I'm not even pretending anymore.
last night, saw another news report on Bengal vs Andhra and it hit me. they talk about skill and rivalry but all I feel is the empty fridge waiting for the lights to flicker. each ex's wedding picture is like a commentating cricket score that makes me question why I’m stuck on the sidelines, eating leftovers. I sacrificed everything to come here but I’m still the single spectator, replaying the sa...