पैसे की बात ये है कि मैं अपनी सैलरी चेक करते ही फिर से सोचता हूँ कि क्या मैं आज दूध खरीद सकता हूँ या नहीं, कोई सोचता नहीं ये सब। घर वाले बस अपनी ज़िंदगी जीते हैं जैसे सब कुछ ठीक है, पर मैं यहाँ चाय के लिए भी पैसे गिन रहा हूँ।
so turns out my entire childhood was funded by my parent's embezzlement like all those happy memories were just built on lies and now i have to find a way to be grateful for that happy piano lesson because it was paid for with ill-gotten gains - who knew the bank would care about my deep passion for music?
i had to dip into my savings for a broken laptop when my phone just got stolen last week, now my bills are piling up and i can’t even afford to replace the headphones i dropped on the train. just realized my checking account is somehow 50 dollars less than i thought it was and all i wanted was a new book to read before bed.
i had to dip into my savings for a broken laptop when my phone just got stolen last week, now my bills are piling up and i can’t even afford to replace the headphones i dropped on the train. just realized my checking account is somehow 50 dollars less than i thought it was and all i wanted was a new book to read before bed.
spent three hours on hold with insurance just to find out they denied my claim for surgery so now i have to figure out how to get a loan to pay for my own organs like it’s some twisted black market operation, and all i can think is how it feels like my entire life has become a game show where the prize is just getting through a day without crying or laughing too hard at the absurdity of it all