just checked my bank account and—wow—barely enough for the rent, like how did it come to this? I wanted to buy that new pot for the kitchen but guess I will just keep using the old one that probably has more scratches than nonstick coating at this point.
it’s been over a year since anyone has touched me, and at this point i might as well start charging admission for the world’s saddest petting zoo because the only hands i see are on a clock counting down to my next lonely dinner for one.
yaar, matlab samjho na, meri saas ka kehna hai ki ladka nahi hua toh meri batting average kam hai — aur mere beech ke din ka khana toh bilkul bhi nahi khaya, kaisi zindagi hai yeh! अब बेटियों के सामने क्या जवाब दूं, “sorry girls, main tumhein male child ke liye nahi bana payi?”
yaar, matlab samjho na, meri saas ka kehna hai ki ladka nahi hua toh meri batting average kam hai — aur mere beech ke din ka khana toh bilkul bhi nahi khaya, kaisi zindagi hai yeh! अब बेटियों के सामने क्या जवाब दूं, “sorry girls, main tumhein male child ke liye nahi bana payi?”
so i thought it was a cute idea to text my friend about the new apartment but accidentally sent a picture of the landlord's weird decor instead. the carpet looks like a grandma's living room threw up on it and now i am just cringing imagining them seeing it like why am i like this.