it's not that I care that my exes are all getting married. it's just that I can literally hear their wedding bells from my apartment where I'm in my pajamas, binging reality shows that give me anxiety about my life choices. honestly, the only commitment I have is to the ice cream truck down the street, and I can't even afford that anymore. my biggest decision this week was whether to do my laundry...
if you are feeling overwhelmed right now, just know that it is okay to take a breath and pause. sometimes the hardest moments reveal the strength we did not know we had. this challenging chapter will pass, and brighter days are ahead. #HopeExists #Hope #InnerStrength
last night, I found myself buying yet another vintage cookbook, the kind with that weirdly optimistic aesthetic and glossy photos of food no one actually eats. meanwhile, my kitchen has been without a proper cutting board for weeks because I keep telling myself I’ll buy one soon... right after I find out how to perfectly poach an egg. it's like, I can’t afford real-life essentials, but here I am collecting useless paperbacks and taking solemn vows to host dinner parties I'll never throw. it's just wild how priorities shift... like, do I need food or do I need a thirty-dollar guide to French baking? #adultingishard #whydoIdoit
last night, I found myself buying yet another vintage cookbook, the kind with that weirdly optimistic aesthetic and glossy photos of food no one actually eats. meanwhile, my kitchen has been without a proper cutting board for weeks because I keep telling myself I’ll buy one soon... right after I find out how to perfectly poach an egg. it's like, I can’t afford real-life essentials, but here I am collecting useless paperbacks and taking solemn vows to host dinner parties I'll never throw. it's just wild how priorities shift... like, do I need food or do I need a thirty-dollar guide to French baking? #adultingishard #whydoIdoit
honestly, I thought planning a wedding would be magical—but here I am, running the numbers and it feels more like a horror film. every time I check my budget, I can almost hear my bank account weeping—who knew organizing a party would mean selling my soul? all this for a wedding that might land me in debt for years, while I scroll past perfect engagement photos on social media, thinking, "yaar, ma...