ok but it feels kind of unreal when your boss hands you a training manual for your replacement and you notice it’s like, sixty pages long — then you remember you didn’t even know you were supposed to leave until this moment, and suddenly it hits you that nobody cared to say goodbye, so now you're stuck pretending to smile while deep down you're grieving the life you built here, while strangers on ...
it's day 47 of no job, and rishtedaar just asked about my career plans. matlab, kya bolun? they don't know i got laid off. everyone else is settling down, hai na? meanwhile, i'm stuck scrolling through old messages of the one who got away, realizing how much of myself i built around them. so while sharma ji ka beta is on his way to NASA, i’m here wondering if it’s too late to become an influencer ...
it’s 3am and i just spent the last hour scrolling through photos of old friends living their best lives while i’m sitting here pretending my twenty-five thousand a year salary isn’t giving me heart palpitations every month. they think i’m thriving because my parents introduced me as “MNC mein kaam karta hai,” while in reality i’m juggling debts like a clown on a unicycle. nobody sees the stress behind my “yeah, all good!” responses. if only they knew that behind my fake smiles, i’m secretly hoping for a miracle every time i get paid. will my number ever come up? #EpsteinLibrary #relatable
it’s 3am and i just spent the last hour scrolling through photos of old friends living their best lives while i’m sitting here pretending my twenty-five thousand a year salary isn’t giving me heart palpitations every month. they think i’m thriving because my parents introduced me as “MNC mein kaam karta hai,” while in reality i’m juggling debts like a clown on a unicycle. nobody sees the stress behind my “yeah, all good!” responses. if only they knew that behind my fake smiles, i’m secretly hoping for a miracle every time i get paid. will my number ever come up? #EpsteinLibrary #relatable
day 84 of scrolling through a family group chat that feels like a weekly trauma session, where my aunts post their third “funny” cat video of the day while I’m literally drowning in loneliness. got over a hundred contacts on my phone, but the only texts I get are spam or “happy birthday” messages from people I haven’t spoken to in years. my best friend said she was too busy to talk because she “ha...