just found out my favorite coffee shop switched to those paper straws that literally fall apart in your drink like, how am i supposed to enjoy my iced coffee if i am constantly fighting with my straw, feels like a cruel joke honestly.
i literally bought a jar of pickles yesterday because i thought it would be fun, right? but now i have a refrigerator full of pickles and no way to make sense of my life, and like, who even has the energy to turn that into a meal?
life is hard, yaar, matlab samjho na, spent an hour arguing with a customer service robot just to get told they can't help me because my daughter's case is "in process" and what even is the point of these loops when we could be out here auditioning for a ridiculous sitcom instead of waiting on statements that change faster than my family on matrimonial sites.
life is hard, yaar, matlab samjho na, spent an hour arguing with a customer service robot just to get told they can't help me because my daughter's case is "in process" and what even is the point of these loops when we could be out here auditioning for a ridiculous sitcom instead of waiting on statements that change faster than my family on matrimonial sites.
i used to collect receipts for everything, hoping one day i would figure out the total of all the little moments that mattered but now they just sit in a box, a reminder that i never really counted the things that actually do. sometimes i wonder if forgetting to tally those moments was a mistake or if i was just scared of facing how empty my life feels without the numbers.