do you ever realize you haven’t had a real conversation in weeks, and all you can hear is your family comparing you to everyone else at those gatherings, while your heart sinks deeper with every question about your life that you can’t even answer? मेरे रिश्तेदारों के सामने मैं हमेशा बस मुस्कुराती हूं, लेकिन अंदर से मुझे ये लगता है कि कोई समझता नहीं, जैसे मेरे बारे में कोई बात करने का उन सबको इतना ...
not gonna lie, i pretended to know what to do when i heard about the vote centers opening. now, every time i mention it, people nod like i’m some political savant, but i literally just googled “how to vote” for the first time yesterday. my entire friend group thinks i’m all about civic duty when really, i’m just a hot mess navigating through a maze of confusion and... what do they even do with all...
it’s 2am and i am standing in my kitchen, staring at a half-empty jar of pickled beets. i remember when the people i once called friends would come over for spontaneous dinners—now it’s just me, a faded Instagram story from two months ago, and a couple of emojis that never really meant anything. i scroll through my contacts and realize the only number i want to call is the one for takeout—how did i end up here? lonely, with memories of laughter echoing off my empty walls, laughing at the fact that it’s me—standing in solitude—missing those who never really knew me. the kicker? i didn’t even like pickled beets.
it’s 2am and i am standing in my kitchen, staring at a half-empty jar of pickled beets. i remember when the people i once called friends would come over for spontaneous dinners—now it’s just me, a faded Instagram story from two months ago, and a couple of emojis that never really meant anything. i scroll through my contacts and realize the only number i want to call is the one for takeout—how did i end up here? lonely, with memories of laughter echoing off my empty walls, laughing at the fact that it’s me—standing in solitude—missing those who never really knew me. the kicker? i didn’t even like pickled beets.
i just saw that new archbishop news about new orleans and, honestly, it’s hitting different. people think i’m fine, posting my food and laughing at memes. but when the weekend comes, i’m just staring at my walls, feeling more alone than a Sunday sermon with nobody in the pews. they see my posts, but nobody knows i can barely scrape together rent after another month of hidden debt, and it's exhaust...