it's not that i can't live without them. it's just that honestly, at family gatherings, they only ask about my cousins' promotions and flats like i'm literally invisible. घर वाले समझते नहीं, aur jab main apni struggles share karne ki koshish karti hoon, sab hansi mein uda dete hain. it's exhausting carrying the weight of their expectations, feeling like every question is an interrogation.
no because the other day, I literally made eye contact with a stranger at the grocery store and now I’m mapping out our wedding plans. like, who knew that a brief glance over the avocados could spark a whole life-changing scenario? honestly, I’m sitting here picking out flower arrangements and wondering how I’ll manage the family dynamics I don't even have. and it hits me—this could just be anothe...
last night, I found myself staring at an empty notebook, thinking I’m supposed to guide someone through their journey when I’m lost in my own. it feels like handing someone a map when you have no idea where the hell you are either. like, am I supposed to fake it? pretend I have the answers while I’m just scribbling reminders to myself about laundry and... what was it? something about a purpose. ha.
last night, I found myself staring at an empty notebook, thinking I’m supposed to guide someone through their journey when I’m lost in my own. it feels like handing someone a map when you have no idea where the hell you are either. like, am I supposed to fake it? pretend I have the answers while I’m just scribbling reminders to myself about laundry and... what was it? something about a purpose. ha.
they just announced that tickets for the taylor swift eras tour will go on sale next week. meanwhile, I’m over here pretending to be happy about a promotion that comes with more work and no raise. so when someone said “i love you” out of nowhere, i panicked and replied with “thank you.” honestly, i feel like i’m just waiting for my life to start breaking records like her songs, but instead, I’m br...