no because the way that the other day, I accidentally left a hundred dollar bill on my dresser, and I spent the whole week imagining my furniture plotting a rebellion against me. like, “oh great, the coffee table’s judging me for still using the same broken mug from college.” I couldn’t sleep knowing I’ve got debts hiding like rats in a dark corner, and meanwhile I’m smiling at coworkers pretendin...
it’s not that i miss him. it’s just that sometimes, i wake up and can’t remember the last time someone texted me "good morning." i unsent a message to him thinking it’d fade away, but it’s just sitting there like the awkward guest at a party who didn’t get the hint. the worst part? i used to love being someone’s reason to smile, and now i don’t even recognize who i am without being "us."
have you ever loaned someone money and then accidentally signed up to be their bank forever? my sibling borrowed a “few bucks” two years ago, and here I am, still waiting for repayment while they flaunt their latest collectibles that look suspiciously like “temporary loan payments.” at this point, i could have opened a hot dog stand with the interest i’d earn on the "just for a month" money, and maybe i should just start charging rent for all those months of making me the reluctant loan shark.
have you ever loaned someone money and then accidentally signed up to be their bank forever? my sibling borrowed a “few bucks” two years ago, and here I am, still waiting for repayment while they flaunt their latest collectibles that look suspiciously like “temporary loan payments.” at this point, i could have opened a hot dog stand with the interest i’d earn on the "just for a month" money, and maybe i should just start charging rent for all those months of making me the reluctant loan shark.
wait, so everyone's talking about the SBI share price soaring while I'm sitting here scrolling through job listings I know I’m not qualified for because I got laid off last month, and all I can think is that my resume is more outdated than flip phones at this point. yaar, matlab samjho na, the only share price I'm investing in is the number of times I embarrass myself when aunties ask about my job...