last night, I stumbled across a folder of old photos from the time I thought my friends and I were basically soulmates. you know, the goofy costumes we wore for that ridiculous theme party nobody remembers? turns out they have this separate chat about…beet farming or something. yeah, beet farming. and I’m sitting here like, how do I not even get to laugh about ROOT VEGETABLES with them? like, should I start a beet-farm-dedicated chat just to feel... less alone?
last night, I stumbled across a folder of old photos from the time I thought my friends and I were basically soulmates. you know, the goofy costumes we wore for that ridiculous theme party nobody remembers? turns out they have this separate chat about…beet farming or something. yeah, beet farming. and I’m sitting here like, how do I not even get to laugh about ROOT VEGETABLES with them? like, should I start a beet-farm-dedicated chat just to feel... less alone?
just realized it’s the T20 World Cup season, and my feed is blowing up with all the celebration posts. yaar, matlab samjho na, everyone seems to have this incredible life, with big houses and fancy cars, while i’m just here trying to remember when i last treated myself to dinner without worrying about leftovers. and when i see my exes posting their wedding pictures, part of me wonders if they’re t...