it's not that bad, it’s just that i have a storage unit filled with random stuff i convinced myself i’d sell for extra cash. three years in and the only thing accumulating are my payments. i smile through my monthly budget like it doesn’t make me want to vomit. how do i explain to people that my closet is more valuable than my bank account? honestly, i’m one eBay sale away from being a millionaire...
yaar, matlab samjho na, all my cousins are living their best lives. one just bought his second car and I took the bus today. अब मैं फैमिली गेदरिंग में बैनर के जैसे खड़ा रहता हूँ, सबको अपनी अच्छी प्रगति के बारे में बताना और फिर चुपचाप अपनी पढ़ाई की टेंशन दबानी। honestly, घर वाले समझते नहीं कि मैं क्या झेल रहा हूँ। it feels like I'm carrying the weight of disappointing them, while they're just compa...
sometimes, i think about how my obsession with cooking is just an elaborate way to procrastinate doing actual adult things. the other day, i started baking bread—because why not transform flour into a therapy session, right? my house smelled amazing, but as i pulled out this perfect loaf, all i could think was—what if my neighbors think i’m trying too hard to impress them? it’s like, i just wanted some carbs—but now i’m in a battle with the self-imposed image of a gourmet chef when really, i just wanted a slice of toast.
sometimes, i think about how my obsession with cooking is just an elaborate way to procrastinate doing actual adult things. the other day, i started baking bread—because why not transform flour into a therapy session, right? my house smelled amazing, but as i pulled out this perfect loaf, all i could think was—what if my neighbors think i’m trying too hard to impress them? it’s like, i just wanted some carbs—but now i’m in a battle with the self-imposed image of a gourmet chef when really, i just wanted a slice of toast.