yooo, saw that news about caroline sunshine—now she’s crying about being canceled for backing someone like it’s a broken record—but here’s my thing: while everyone’s focused on celebrity drama, I'm just trying to scrape together enough change for laundry while pretending I haven’t recycled the same three outfits for weeks. my friends think I’m balling, meanwhile I’m dodging the grocery store, keep...
bruh, so I'm sitting here waiting for a call about a job that probably won't even happen, right? Meanwhile, my fridge is echoing my life choices because I couldn't even justify buying real food this week. Got a job once where they told me I’d “thrive.” Yeah, thriving feels more like counting pennies and practicing my 'happy' reaction for news that might not come. I can hear the silence of my bank ...
sometimes i wonder if my friends actually like the real me or just the version that accidentally told a joke about cereal brands at a party, thinking that was normal conversation. like, here i am, wearing my avocado toast sweatshirt, enthusiastically discussing gluten-free diets with people who clearly just want to eat pizza. the moment someone says "who invited the food police?", i realize maybe my life isn’t the comical masterpiece i think it is. maybe i should've just brought donuts and pretended i could care less about chia seeds. but nope, here i am googling 'am i the problem' while replaying my awkward moments like they’re highlight reels. guess i’ll just continue hoping people think i’m eccentric instead of completely delusional.
sometimes i wonder if my friends actually like the real me or just the version that accidentally told a joke about cereal brands at a party, thinking that was normal conversation. like, here i am, wearing my avocado toast sweatshirt, enthusiastically discussing gluten-free diets with people who clearly just want to eat pizza. the moment someone says "who invited the food police?", i realize maybe my life isn’t the comical masterpiece i think it is. maybe i should've just brought donuts and pretended i could care less about chia seeds. but nope, here i am googling 'am i the problem' while replaying my awkward moments like they’re highlight reels. guess i’ll just continue hoping people think i’m eccentric instead of completely delusional.
literally, I just realized I have not had a proper conversation in weeks. I mean, all my chats have turned into awkward exchanges about who’s still interested in applying for the "India Post GDS" jobs—yaar, Matlab why does that seem more exciting than my actual life? I once spent thirty minutes discussing what color our neighbor’s new curtains are because it was more thrilling than my own dramas—b...