the way that my friends are posting about their new motorcycles—like, i love that for them. but then there’s me, still wrestling with my old bike that sputters whenever it sees a hill—honestly, it’s like an angry cat refusing to budge. and here i am, grinning like an idiot while inside, i’m muttering curses at a scenario that never happened—if only i could make the purchase look effortless, too. s...
wait, so my family dinner turned into a full-blown intervention. as if listening to my cousin brag about his “successful” software company wasn't enough, my mom brought up my “career choices” over pumpkin pie. i kept nodding like “sure, totally thriving” while internally I was just imagining my future kids naming their stuffed animals after characters from a film no one knows about—like “Dhurandha...
im scrolling through social media and everyone is buying houses like they’re collecting Pokémon cards. meanwhile, I’m sitting here in a tiny apartment, staring at a jar of pennies like it’s a trophy. heard about that Netherlands versus Zimbabwe match, and I can’t help but feel like that’s me: two worlds colliding while I’m stuck with my player one who won't even level up. honestly, if I had a dollar for every time I missed out on something because I couldn’t afford it, I’d probably still be broke. #NetherlandsVsZimbabwe #JustReality
im scrolling through social media and everyone is buying houses like they’re collecting Pokémon cards. meanwhile, I’m sitting here in a tiny apartment, staring at a jar of pennies like it’s a trophy. heard about that Netherlands versus Zimbabwe match, and I can’t help but feel like that’s me: two worlds colliding while I’m stuck with my player one who won't even level up. honestly, if I had a dollar for every time I missed out on something because I couldn’t afford it, I’d probably still be broke. #NetherlandsVsZimbabwe #JustReality
day 21 of avoiding the ‘happy’ conversation. saw the news about Arijit Singh and it hit harder than any breakup song he ever sang. everyone’s all “he doesn’t care about being relevant” while I’m here questioning if I’m relevant enough to share that I finally enjoyed a day without crippling guilt over my small wins. do I even remember how to celebrate? maybe my joy’s just too loud for a world that ...