it’s literally 2am and i’m lying awake, drowning in embarrassment because i packed my entire life into boxes for someone who left me three months later. like, why did i think it was a good idea to hang out with their family so much? i now know more about their uncle’s fishing stories than i do my own friends. instead of sharing memories, i'm stuck in a city that’s now like my personal version of p...
ok but sometimes I miss the person I used to be—the one who knew how to smile without a reason. I look at all these couples and realize—wow, I was their punchline. now I’m just the one scrolling through old photos, wondering how I got so good at pretending everything is fine.
yaar, matlab samjho na, family keeps bragging about my career, but every night I come home feeling like I'm just surviving, not thriving, eating instant noodles while wondering if I'll ever truly escape this grind. #
yaar, matlab samjho na, family keeps bragging about my career, but every night I come home feeling like I'm just surviving, not thriving, eating instant noodles while wondering if I'll ever truly escape this grind. #
it's 3am and i'm scrolling through wedding venues like they’re made of chocolate. my bank account says 'are you kidding me?' but my heart says 'you made eye contact with a stranger!' meanwhile, everyone around me thinks i’m rolling in it. but the reality? i’m just a professional juggler of hidden debt and frantic smiles. funny how planning the biggest day of my life makes me feel like a clown in a...