the other day at work i heard my coworker talking about how they just got a promotion and here i am sitting in this tiny cubicle wondering if my plants will survive another week. my apartment looks the same, no new decorations, and while they talk about vacations i am still figuring out how to keep my ancient oven from catching fire again.
i went to look for that old book i loved as a kid and instead found a stack of bills and reminders that my dreams of a cozy place of my own feel like just that, a dream, while everyone i used to talk to has faded into the background, like echoes that don't come back no matter how loud you call.
staring at my tiny kitchen with one light bulb and thinking how i am still stuck making the same salary while everyone else seems to be landing promotions and buying houses. like, how do i end up feeling worse scrolling through their updates on LinkedIn when all i want is to find a way to afford real groceries instead of ramen every week.
staring at my tiny kitchen with one light bulb and thinking how i am still stuck making the same salary while everyone else seems to be landing promotions and buying houses. like, how do i end up feeling worse scrolling through their updates on LinkedIn when all i want is to find a way to afford real groceries instead of ramen every week.
literally went to the market to get tomatoes and came back with a giant box of tissues and two rolls of tape like what even happened there, यार, matlab samjho na, घर वाले समझते नहीं