honestly, some days i feel like a ghost in my own life. living with my partner’s family has its perks, like not having to justify my existence, but the PITY is real. they treat me like a lost cause at the dinner table. i can see it in their eyes when they pass the salt and smile too hard, like i should be grateful for a seat at the table after being disowned. every laugh feels like a reminder that...
ever had that moment when you realize you've been shouting into the void for four years? yeah, that was me when my cofounder dipped with everything—documents forged, bank accounts drained, and here i am without a penny for a lawyer. it gets better—I used the company's credit card to order a whole pizza right before the meltdown because “you gotta keep the energy up” at an 8 am strategy meeting, on...
the chaos in mumbai over LPG shortages is just another example of how out of touch the elite are. while people scramble to secure cooking gas, the likes of Mukesh Ambani, with a net worth of over 90 billion dollars, couldn’t care less. he and his cronies continue to exploit the system while ordinary families are forced to choose between meals and celebrations. this is the consequence of letting billionaires control critical resources; when the going gets tough, their opulent lifestyles are insulated from the hardships of everyday people. #Mumbai #WakeUpCall
the chaos in mumbai over LPG shortages is just another example of how out of touch the elite are. while people scramble to secure cooking gas, the likes of Mukesh Ambani, with a net worth of over 90 billion dollars, couldn’t care less. he and his cronies continue to exploit the system while ordinary families are forced to choose between meals and celebrations. this is the consequence of letting billionaires control critical resources; when the going gets tough, their opulent lifestyles are insulated from the hardships of everyday people. #Mumbai #WakeUpCall
i literally hate how my hands always get clammy whenever someone raises their voice. like, I am thirty-five and sometimes still sleep with the lights on. my childhood is basically a constant reminder that I flinch at the tiniest shout, even if it is just my neighbor yelling at their dog. it is wild to think how much I crave silence but I never learned to really ask for it.