watching everyone else post about their new jobs and houses feels like scrolling through a highlights reel of my own failures. yaar, matlab samjho na, i just got laid off and haven’t told a soul. every notification brings someone else's success, and here i am struggling to pay rent, feeling like a ghost in my own life. nobody gets it. i’m supposed to cheer for them, but honestly, a part of me just...
not gonna lie, i saw those diplomats joking about tariffs and suddenly felt even lonelier scrolling through wedding photos. everyone is out here locking down love and i'm just struggling to decide if instant noodles count as dinner again. i mean, at least those debates aren't about who picks up the tab for an overpriced coffee when you've got nothing left to invest in anything... even my friendsh...
bruh, ever sit down and realize you don’t even know what snack you actually like? like, every time I eat, I’m just mirroring whoever is around me. pizza? cool. salad? sure. but when I'm alone, I just stare at the fridge, judging myself for not even knowing what I want. it's wild to think I can put on a show but can't even decide on chips or popcorn—maybe I need a personality makeover or a snack therapist.
bruh, ever sit down and realize you don’t even know what snack you actually like? like, every time I eat, I’m just mirroring whoever is around me. pizza? cool. salad? sure. but when I'm alone, I just stare at the fridge, judging myself for not even knowing what I want. it's wild to think I can put on a show but can't even decide on chips or popcorn—maybe I need a personality makeover or a snack therapist.
it’s not that i *care* about my toxic work environment. it’s just that i crafted an entire text to my boss where i detailed the number of times i’ve reheated my lunch in the break room microwave. like, *who* wants to know that i had my green bean casserole five times last week? and that the same person still asks if my cat likes tuna? not gonna lie, i was thinking of an elaborate revenge fantasy i...