literally just sat in my room, debating whether to make ramen at midnight or finish the half-eaten tub of frosting I found under my bed from last year's birthday, like I had a deep conversation with myself about the “health benefits” of sugar in the middle of the night. honestly, I felt like a contestant on a cooking show that had somehow taken a very wrong turn, and guess what? I literally chose ...
wait, everyone is posting about this cricinfo thing like it’s the highlight of their week. meanwhile, I just stare at my laptop, thinking how they seem to have life all figured out while I'm struggling to decide what to order for dinner. yaar, dekho na, sabke ghar hain, car hain, aur main bas yeh soch raha hoon ke job chhod ke bhi kya karoon. is duniya mein, it's like everyone is batting at sixes ...
you ever sit in a coffee shop and sip your overpriced drink while the barista's upbeat banter about their “successful” side gig makes you feel like a total loser? everyone thinks you’re fine because you always look put together, but inside you’re calculating how many days until your next paycheck… wondering if your credit card balance will ever be manageable again. and when someone asks if you want to go out, you smile and say “sure!” even though your heart sinks, because...
you ever sit in a coffee shop and sip your overpriced drink while the barista's upbeat banter about their “successful” side gig makes you feel like a total loser? everyone thinks you’re fine because you always look put together, but inside you’re calculating how many days until your next paycheck… wondering if your credit card balance will ever be manageable again. and when someone asks if you want to go out, you smile and say “sure!” even though your heart sinks, because...
i just spent thirty minutes composing a heartfelt letter to the universe because i lost my favorite pen and maybe that pen is out there having the time of its life while i suffer with these cheap knockoffs—like, does it even think about me? does it know how much i appreciated its flawless ink flow? am i actually a grown adult talking to nothing while clutching my spare pens like a safety blanket?