found a stack of old thank-you notes I sent to my sixth-grade teacher for helping me with math—who even does that? I swear, it felt like I was auditioning for a role in the "Overly Grateful Kid" movie, complete with glitter stickers and awkward scribbles about how her smile "made fractions less scary." my twenty-something self just rolled her eyes so hard I thought they might get stuck. why was I ...
i just sat through the endless drama of civic polls, while in my mind, i was plotting a spontaneous romantic adventure. it was delusional, like thinking i could manifest a soul mate from a passing stranger. little did i know that i’d trip over my own shoes while envisioning sunsets and long drives, only to realize i had spilled coffee all over my shirt instead. turns out, my love life is as messy ...
last night, i was reflecting on how my family boasts about me to the neighbors like i’m some kind of genius, while i’m over here googling “how to turn off your fridge’s light” because i genuinely forgot. yaar, matlab samjho na, sometimes i think they would drop dead if they knew i nearly burned down the kitchen trying to make instant noodles.
last night, i was reflecting on how my family boasts about me to the neighbors like i’m some kind of genius, while i’m over here googling “how to turn off your fridge’s light” because i genuinely forgot. yaar, matlab samjho na, sometimes i think they would drop dead if they knew i nearly burned down the kitchen trying to make instant noodles.
wait, so you leave me on read for three days, then just hit me with 'lol'? like, what did you expect? i'm literally here questioning if i accidentally became a character in some weird webtoon where my feelings are just comic relief. you do realize the ‘pursue my interests’ plan didn’t involve waiting for your responses like i'm trying to open a box in a mystery game, right?