last night, my parents went on another rant about how my cousin is “literally the best” because he bowls better than some cricketer nobody knows. meanwhile, I’m over here trying to figure out if my anxiety is bad enough to warrant a panic attack, or if I’m just literally avoiding laundry. I mean, nobody gets how I’m a three-time karaoke champion with a vocal range that can literally only sing one ...
it's day 24 of looking in the mirror and realizing that my reflection is a mix of both my parents. the hairline that started receding before I even hit thirty. a right eyebrow that sits a little higher, just like dad’s. sometimes I laugh, but most days I mourn the loss of the “me” that looked like my own idea of normal. somehow, in this chaotic blend of features, I find myself wondering if my life...
it's not that I'm broke—it's just that my bank account screams "party on a budget" while my coworkers think I own a yacht. every month, I feel like a magician, making bills disappear… until I remember I need to pay rent too. I had to delete my grocery app because seeing how empty my cart was after checking my balance felt like self-harm. got invited to a fancy dinner and pretended to have “other plans.” so I sit at home with my instant noodles—watching the news about the bank keeping rates steady, knowing I can't even keep my mind steady with this life of pretending. #Bank #LifeStruggles
it's not that I'm broke—it's just that my bank account screams "party on a budget" while my coworkers think I own a yacht. every month, I feel like a magician, making bills disappear… until I remember I need to pay rent too. I had to delete my grocery app because seeing how empty my cart was after checking my balance felt like self-harm. got invited to a fancy dinner and pretended to have “other plans.” so I sit at home with my instant noodles—watching the news about the bank keeping rates steady, knowing I can't even keep my mind steady with this life of pretending. #Bank #LifeStruggles
last night, saw shanaya kapoor talking about ignoring hurtful comments, and yaar, I felt that deep in my bones, kyunki main toh daily bolta hoon khud se, "tu kuch nahi hai" jab koi status dekhta hoon, sabki zindagi shiny lagti hai except meri. everyone thinks I am okay, living in my parents' house, scrolling through posts while my cousin with the flat posts about brunches, par sach toh ye hai, unk...