honestly, watching sanjay kapoor in that action drama trailer made me think about how everyone assumes i’m thriving while i’m literally drowning in bills and debt. my relatives ask about my job like i’m living some fairy tale, but they have no idea that my reality is late fees and skipped meals. every wedding invitation feels like a reminder of how alone i am in this struggle, and it’s exhausting ...
it's not that i don't care about my dreams. it's just... whenever i see my friends living their lives, starting families and glowing in happiness, i feel this deep pit in my stomach. kya hai ye jo main feel kar rahi hoon? mujhe to bas ek empty room aur main. maybe it's easier to hide behind this façade than to admit how lonely i really am.
just realized i committed to a monthly book club four weeks ago but i thought it was a weekly *diet* club, so now i’m two hangry sessions behind, and instead of discussing great literature, i’m awkwardly Googling “best snacks for literary analysis” while fully knowing i could have just shown up with an empty plate and a pack of cookies to really drive home my *existential dread.*
just realized i committed to a monthly book club four weeks ago but i thought it was a weekly *diet* club, so now i’m two hangry sessions behind, and instead of discussing great literature, i’m awkwardly Googling “best snacks for literary analysis” while fully knowing i could have just shown up with an empty plate and a pack of cookies to really drive home my *existential dread.*
it’s 3am and i’m lying awake thinking about how i once wore the same pair of shoes for two years because i couldn’t afford a new pair. my closet’s full of “gifts” from people who think i’ve got it made, but really i’m just recycling hand-me-downs like it’s a game of survival. i told everyone my favorite hobby is fashion, but the truth is, i’m always dressing for the expectations, not the reality. ...