it's not that i look in the mirror and see my parents. it's just that after a bad week at work, all those late-night junk food runs are finally catching up to me, and they’re judging me like i’m on a game show called "guess which bad life choice led you here." my manager dropped the news about how great mirza tahir baig performed this week during a meeting, and i thought: can you perform when you ...
my sibling just got named the “star player” in our family’s ridiculous game night. no one even bothered to hide it when mom yelled, “mirza, i love how you always know just what to do!” meanwhile, my role is the emotional support blanket in the corner, questioning my life choices. now i’m torn between letting them have their moment or spilling my secret plan to switch their winning snack with cat f...
honestly thought buying a self-stirring mug was my path to happiness—until my credit card bill reminded me that joy comes at a price. guess who’s now sipping disappointment instead of coffee, waiting for the day i can justify splurging on a ladle that could’ve been a hot girl dinner?
honestly thought buying a self-stirring mug was my path to happiness—until my credit card bill reminded me that joy comes at a price. guess who’s now sipping disappointment instead of coffee, waiting for the day i can justify splurging on a ladle that could’ve been a hot girl dinner?
ngl, I just spent my lunch break scrolling through old photos of my ex, then came across this article about Arjun Tendulkar finding true love. like, why does he get a fairytale and I’m still haunted by memories of last week’s ghosting? lowkey had to wipe a tear with the napkin I was using to budget my grocery list… can we talk about how his love story seems like a sick joke while I’m drowning in m...