it’s 3am and i’m knee-deep in family group chat messages comparing my career to my cousin's who just bought a second home while i'm stuck working weekends at a place that makes my soul feel like wet cardboard. every family gathering is like a reality show audition where everyone is waiting for me to fail the performance of being an adult. instead of pride, there’s this underlying fear that if i do...
the way that i got into a full-on beef with a stranger over the dedication of a fan account is honestly wild. like, who do i think i am, arguing about a person who doesn't even know i exist? do i think this will somehow lead to a cosmic alignment where they see my tweets and recognize my name as a loyal supporter? it’s hilarious and a little sad that i sent myself an email after, detailing how i w...
not gonna lie, i accidentally bought a bulk pack of essential oils because a friend claimed they could cure my "money stress." now i’m drowning in lavender while hiding behind a smile at the grocery store, praying the cashier doesn’t notice the frozen pizza I’m calling gourmet cuisine. meanwhile, people see my job title and think i’m swimming in cash, but really, i’m just one ill-timed flat tire away from writing a sitcom about a broke person with too many aromatherapy candles.
not gonna lie, i accidentally bought a bulk pack of essential oils because a friend claimed they could cure my "money stress." now i’m drowning in lavender while hiding behind a smile at the grocery store, praying the cashier doesn’t notice the frozen pizza I’m calling gourmet cuisine. meanwhile, people see my job title and think i’m swimming in cash, but really, i’m just one ill-timed flat tire away from writing a sitcom about a broke person with too many aromatherapy candles.
yaar, seeing everyone flaunt their upgrades while I take the bus feels like a betrayal from life. matlab, it was just a game to them, right? the thrill of new cars and perfect partners while I built my dreams around someone who’s now just a distant memory. kabhi socha nahin tha ki itna khud ko khoj loon, bhai. ab bas lonely late nights in a dimly lit room, counting all the times I chose love over ...