so apparently rajasthan is getting a budget overhaul while i'm still stuck budgeting my emotional wreckage. people are cheering for development and all i can think about is how i haven’t developed past last year’s heartbreak. my childhood friend has moved on, thriving with someone new, while i scroll through their pictures, missing the version of me that thought love would fix everything. does thi...
literally spent a week cooking elaborate meals and crafting playlists for a gathering no one invited me to. then i found out everyone went out for tacos together. my ex is now the special guest and somehow my “friends” think it’s perfectly fine to keep it a secret. now i sit at home, wondering if i should just order the worst sushi imaginable and pretend it’s a culinary experience that only i unde...
wait, so I just found out my friends had a whole other chat without me. like, okay, cool, I guess I'm just the designated group clown. everyone thinks I’m ballin’ because I still wear cute clothes but nobody sees me trying to scrub the bottom of a peanut butter jar for a meal. that time I bought my coffee and pretended to “forget” my wallet—yeah, that was me dodging twenty bucks I really didn’t have. it's wild—my Instagram says I’m thriving, but behind the scenes, I’m just counting coins like a kid waiting for the ice cream truck.
wait, so I just found out my friends had a whole other chat without me. like, okay, cool, I guess I'm just the designated group clown. everyone thinks I’m ballin’ because I still wear cute clothes but nobody sees me trying to scrub the bottom of a peanut butter jar for a meal. that time I bought my coffee and pretended to “forget” my wallet—yeah, that was me dodging twenty bucks I really didn’t have. it's wild—my Instagram says I’m thriving, but behind the scenes, I’m just counting coins like a kid waiting for the ice cream truck.
literally saw a couple on the bus, sharing a sandwich while they giggled like they were in some rom-com. it hit me, watching them, how much of my life I built around my ex who literally could'nt stand sharing snacks, and now I'm over here crafting fictional love stories for strangers in public. sometimes I imagine petty scenarios where their bus breaks down and they have to awkwardly sit next to m...