it’s day 37 of watching my relatives drool over my cousin’s 'success.' while they compare his contract to my empty wallet, i just finished deleting my last takeout app from my phone. their confidence in my earnings is almost impressive; if they only knew my life is just a revolving door of late fees and anxious looks in the mirror. i feel like a broke extra in someone else's blockbuster while kadr...
not gonna lie, some days i sit at my desk surrounded by bright sticky notes and lists of things to do, yet it feels like i am in a deserted island of thoughts. i have dozens of contacts in my phone, yet none of them truly know me, so i could shout into the void, but it’s just crickets and the sound of my own existential dread echoing back. honestly, sometimes i wonder if i would even recognize a g...
it's not that i don’t like pigeons, it’s just that i really don’t like pigeons. like, they just chill outside my window, and now my mom thinks i’m emotionally scarred by a bird trauma, so she literally told everyone at family dinner that i might need therapy over it. now, every time someone sees a pigeon, they look at me like i'm the villain who personally betrayed a whole species. like, no, i’m not plotting against your bird friends. i just want to enjoy my sandwich without feathered judgement.
it's not that i don’t like pigeons, it’s just that i really don’t like pigeons. like, they just chill outside my window, and now my mom thinks i’m emotionally scarred by a bird trauma, so she literally told everyone at family dinner that i might need therapy over it. now, every time someone sees a pigeon, they look at me like i'm the villain who personally betrayed a whole species. like, no, i’m not plotting against your bird friends. i just want to enjoy my sandwich without feathered judgement.
wait. i saw that rare Malayan tapir made a midnight appearance, just wandering around, lost but free, and here i am, tied to the memories of a love that doesn’t even know i exist—like naming kids we’ll never have while my heartache grows like weeds in a garden i forgot to water, as everyone else couples up and I’m here just wondering if it’s ever going to feel okay again. it’s ridiculous—feeling h...