every time my family brings up my ex—like they were the second coming of some love guru—I just nod, pretending to care about their nostalgia, but inside I’m screaming. I mean, we could be talking about actual life-changing news—like CF Montréal's new player from FC Basel—but instead, I am battling flashbacks of awkward family dinners where they reminisce about someone I had to train myself not to ...
everyone's talking about how india is getting those sweet trade benefits. meanwhile, i'm over here trying to find matching socks in my drawer—every little win feels monumental. yaar, matlab samjho na, i just want a stable life where i don't have to barter my leftover groceries for a smile from the universe. do i want a garment trade deal? honestly, i just want a deal on life. #India #lifeishard
just realized I’ve spent way too much time thinking about fictional characters like they’re real people. I get mad at them for not making the right choices and then I find myself tearing up—over a TV breakup—while eating leftover pizza for the third night in a row. you would think I could take my emotional investments and channel them into my own life, but instead, I practice acceptance speeches in the mirror. turns out I’m just as good at that as I am at being single.
just realized I’ve spent way too much time thinking about fictional characters like they’re real people. I get mad at them for not making the right choices and then I find myself tearing up—over a TV breakup—while eating leftover pizza for the third night in a row. you would think I could take my emotional investments and channel them into my own life, but instead, I practice acceptance speeches in the mirror. turns out I’m just as good at that as I am at being single.
yaar, honestly, I saw this Gerhard Erasmus news and thought, 'should I ask him how to magically fix my life too?' matlab, I literally invested all my energy into picking the right career, only to end up comparing my savings account to my gaming high scores—both look pathetic! now I wonder if this is why my mom keeps asking about my savings, because na, it’s not that I don’t have money, it’s just t...