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 start...
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?
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?
just realized family gatherings have turned into an interrogation room. everyone’s comparing my life to my cousins who have “real jobs” and are getting married. meanwhile, my parents look at me like I’m the disappointment of the century. they dont get my struggle. the constant pressure to prove I’m doing something meaningful feels like a weight on my chest. #familydrama #whydonttheygatemystruggl...