not gonna lie, I’ve been pretending to enjoy my weekends off while hiding from the reality of my bank account. lowkey had to work this weekend, and instead of catching up on laundry, I’m dodging phone calls from collection agencies. anyone else ever sit through brunch, smile plastered on, all while mentally adding up hidden debts and hoping your next paycheck stretches like it’s in a magic show? I...
yaar, matlab imagine this - my relatives casually mention my cousin's cricket success while I just failed a basic exam; everyone praises him like he’s the next Roston Chase, while I can’t even chase my own dreams without tripping over my insecurities, hai na? i mean, one day my mom was comparing our futures and asked why i can't be more like him, so i just told her i might need panic attacks to ke...
last night, I realized I have literally been apologizing for existing my whole life. like, every time I spoke up or took space, I felt this need to say sorry. I’m so tired of feeling like my presence is a burden. honestly, it’s exhausting being small just to make others comfortable.
last night, I realized I have literally been apologizing for existing my whole life. like, every time I spoke up or took space, I felt this need to say sorry. I’m so tired of feeling like my presence is a burden. honestly, it’s exhausting being small just to make others comfortable.
I realized the other day that I am one discount coupon away from financial ruin. I wear the same five outfits every week but let everyone believe I am rolling in success. Meanwhile, I’m calculating the math in my head on whether buying organic avocados is worth putting off my credit card payment again. It’s a constant game of pretend, and somehow, I keep getting a standing ovation for my performan...