you ever think about how family boasts about your life achievements while you’re just sitting there pretending like your bank account isn't crying? yaar, mein toh rent pe hi phasa hoon, and meanwhile, they're out there sharing my degree and life updates like i’m not just figuring out how to keep my plants alive. just found out it’s going to rain for ten more days, and that’s about as long as my mo...
it’s three a.m. and i find myself sitting on the bathroom floor, staring at the toothpaste-streaked mirror. i’ve practiced smiling in the reflection so much that sometimes i wonder if the real me has forgotten what genuine happiness feels like. it hits me that maybe, just maybe, i’m not actually happy—just an expert in pretending—because even my own laughter sounds rehearsed at this point.
ever realize you’ve been apologizing for existing like it’s an Olympic sport? it’s exhausting. i catch myself saying sorry for bumping into someone, even when i’m just trying to walk to the other side of the room. and now, after years of shrinking myself down to fit everyone else's idea of normal, i’m just tired. like, can’t i just take up space without feeling guilty? when did being myself turn into an inconvenience? #existentialcrisis #justletmelive
ever realize you’ve been apologizing for existing like it’s an Olympic sport? it’s exhausting. i catch myself saying sorry for bumping into someone, even when i’m just trying to walk to the other side of the room. and now, after years of shrinking myself down to fit everyone else's idea of normal, i’m just tired. like, can’t i just take up space without feeling guilty? when did being myself turn into an inconvenience? #existentialcrisis #justletmelive
i just added up all my forgotten subscriptions—turns out i have a premium account for an obscure cat grooming magazine. never owned a cat, by the way. meanwhile, i scroll through my streaming apps—picking out another one that has “limited access” to random B-movies. as my monthly bill becomes more cluttered than my digital library, i wonder—how did my life come to funding the fandom of others whil...