literally, the other day, I saw my cousin flexing his brand new car, while I'm over here calculating if I can even afford marriage or will be drowning in debt for ten years. yaar, matlab it's like watching someone dive into a pool while I'm still trying to find the shallow end. everyone's posting their engagement rings and I'm here wondering if my credit score will ever let me breathe again. ha, l...
not gonna lie, I finally told my family I would not be attending every single Sunday dinner anymore. now they act like I’ve committed some kind of family treason. the funniest part? I overheard my cousin say I'm “selfish” for wanting to prioritize my own sanity over potato salad and passive-aggressive comments about my life choices. it’s hilarious because they are the ones holding family photo ops...
it’s three a.m. and i’m sitting on my kitchen floor with a mixing bowl. it started as a simple recipe for chocolate chip cookies—like who can’t make cookies, right? but somehow, after spilling flour on my cat, knocking over my precious vanilla extract, and attempting to figure out why the chocolate chips have a “best by” date from 2008, i ended up contemplating my life choices like i was in a low-budget rom-com... with a little more sobbing and a lot less attractive people. my neighbors probably think i’m staging a cry-for-help bakery intervention... i guess when you burn cookies, you burn your dreams too?
it’s three a.m. and i’m sitting on my kitchen floor with a mixing bowl. it started as a simple recipe for chocolate chip cookies—like who can’t make cookies, right? but somehow, after spilling flour on my cat, knocking over my precious vanilla extract, and attempting to figure out why the chocolate chips have a “best by” date from 2008, i ended up contemplating my life choices like i was in a low-budget rom-com... with a little more sobbing and a lot less attractive people. my neighbors probably think i’m staging a cry-for-help bakery intervention... i guess when you burn cookies, you burn your dreams too?
am I the only one rehearsing how to react when friends announce they just bought their third luxury car? while I’m still scrounging for change to afford lunch, I catch myself scrolling through their highlight reels, crafting fake cheers in my mind like a bizarre audition tape. meanwhile, I’m lying on my floor debating whether crying or just going to bed is a more socially acceptable option. watchi...