literally every month, I calculate how many ramen packets I can buy without dying of sodium overdose, while pretending to be really invested in celebrity gossip like it actually matters. I scroll through influencer accounts flaunting their "weekend getaways" and cringe, because I can’t afford to escape the three rooms in my apartment. sometimes I imagine them finding me, crying alone into a bowl o...
last night, I got my yearly family guilt trip because I 'just don’t have my life together' compared to my cousin. hai na, who’s having panic attacks behind closed doors while my parents compare my life to their filtered Instagram highlights? I want to scream at them, ‘yaar, matlab tumhe pata bhi hai?’ It’s exhausting pretending to be perfect while everyone's hidden struggles get buried under assum...