not gonna lie, I told my friends I had a personal trainer. like, I really doubled down on that. I even started posting about my “intense” workouts, which, in reality, was me power-walking in place while watching motivational YouTube videos in my living room. now I'm just sitting here, sweating in my pajamas, hoping nobody asks for pictures of my “gains.”
yaar, kisi ko nahi pata mere dil ki kya halat hai. har baar jab rishtedaar puchta hai kaise ho, kya chal raha hai, I just smile and say sab theek hai. matlab samjho na, pichle do mahine se paycheck se paycheck guzar raha hoon, kisi ko samajh nahi aata ki meri asli duniya kya hai. sab log samjhte hain ki mai acha kamata hoon, par waaqai mein to mera bank account mujhse keh raha hai ke tumhe bas k...
day 47 of avoiding my bills like they're that one high school ex. it is literally 3am and i’m sweating over an avocado toast recipe I saw online because I genuinely believe that could solve my food budget crisis. i just triple texted my roommate asking if she can spot me fifty because apparently paying for your electric bill is only for the “fiscally responsible.” here I am, laughing through it all, imagining faking my death just to escape this life of never-ending ramen noodles and hidden credit card debt. honestly, I might as well sign my email with “your financially stable ghost.”
day 47 of avoiding my bills like they're that one high school ex. it is literally 3am and i’m sweating over an avocado toast recipe I saw online because I genuinely believe that could solve my food budget crisis. i just triple texted my roommate asking if she can spot me fifty because apparently paying for your electric bill is only for the “fiscally responsible.” here I am, laughing through it all, imagining faking my death just to escape this life of never-ending ramen noodles and hidden credit card debt. honestly, I might as well sign my email with “your financially stable ghost.”
literally, i’ve been apologizing for my very existence as if it’s an inconvenience to everyone around me. i mean, i'm not even the main character in anyone's story, but somehow i still manage to create awkward scenes. and then i see Cloudflare announcing their earnings and all i can think is, “wow, their net stock is soaring while i can’t even float in my own life.” if only my emotional value had ...