it's 3am and i just scrolled through my friend's post about their new house, with a caption about "hard work paying off." meanwhile, i'm sitting here wondering how to afford my next meal, let alone a mortgage. my parents keep comparing me to Sharma ji ka beta who is already planning his wedding in a big house. i'm over here just trying to figure out if my bank account will let me buy groceries thi...
kya yaar, hum bade hone ke baad apne dosto ko bhool gaye hain. i scroll through my phone and see hundreds of names but in reality, no one knows when i am low. it’s like sab log akele, har koi apne choti-choti khushiyon mein khush hai, jabki main bas ye sochta rehta hoon ki kab hoga mera waqt? koi samajhta nahi hai yaar, ghar wale sirf meri salaries ki baat karte hain, lekin jab tak meri khud ki kh...
yooo, I literally defended this person to everyone like they were the best thing since sliced bread, and then I find out they were gossiping about me to the very people I was backing them up against... bruh, why do I even bother trying to be the loyal friend when it's like I’m just their punching bag in a game I didn’t even sign up for?
yooo, I literally defended this person to everyone like they were the best thing since sliced bread, and then I find out they were gossiping about me to the very people I was backing them up against... bruh, why do I even bother trying to be the loyal friend when it's like I’m just their punching bag in a game I didn’t even sign up for?
it's not that I care about these viral recipes circulating online. it's just that I literally found myself in the middle of my parents’ divorce arguing over who gets the cookie dough recipe from the holiday cookbook. honestly, I had to mediate their spat while looking at this random TikTok video on how to make spaghetti pancakes. it's all too surreal. I ended up asking if anyone would even survive...