sab kuch sahi chal raha tha, tabhi woh news aayi ke kisi ne lottery jeeti. dil mein khushi ki jagah sirf kasak hai. mere dost hamesha bolte hain ke main bhi ek din jeetunga, lekin jab tak khud ki mahine ki income ki baat karun, toh ghar ke kharch bhi muskil se ho rahe hain. log samjhte hain ke mera life hai aaram se, par asliat yeh hai ke pichle mahine ka salary abhi tak chhata hai. aaj raat frien...
it’s funny how my relatives think comparing me to my cousin is a compliment. she’s got her whole life together, but nobody knows how she cried when she thought nobody was looking. meanwhile, they act like my choices are somehow lesser. maybe they just want to feel better about their own paths not taken. every time they mention her name, i wonder how long until i just break and tell them about the ...
literally, I nod along in conversations about things I don’t even believe anymore, and honestly, isn’t that just part of being an adult? do people actually think they’ll understand my true feelings if I stop pretending? I can’t help but wonder if everyone else feels the same awkward obligation to smile and agree, or if I’m just a professional agree-er in a world that craves validation.
literally, I nod along in conversations about things I don’t even believe anymore, and honestly, isn’t that just part of being an adult? do people actually think they’ll understand my true feelings if I stop pretending? I can’t help but wonder if everyone else feels the same awkward obligation to smile and agree, or if I’m just a professional agree-er in a world that craves validation.
i woke up to moderate snow and ice warnings today, which is just perfect because my toaster decided it was the ideal time to start burning my toast - i need a new one but instead, here i am, indulging in online sales of things i definitely don’t need - like a wireless vacuum that costs as much as my sanity. why bother when the most thrilling aspect of my morning is wondering if i’ll slip on the ic...