last night, I saw the news about the 77th Republic Day. suddenly, I remembered defending my friend against everyone. the next morning, I overheard them spilling tea about me. it's like finding out the dress you defended on the runway was made by a two-year-old with glitter glue. talk about turning a celebration into a roast. like, do I need to write a speech for them? #77thRepublicDay2026 #friends...
you ever get left on read for three days, only to get a casual 'lol' like nothing happened? that kind of vibes has me in a financial spiral. it’s like, here i am applying for these rrb group d jobs just to secure a solid future, but all i can think about is the thrill of seeking revenge on someone for treating me like a parking ticket no one wants to pay. one day i’ll be a government employee maki...
it's not that they don't know me, it's just that the last time we spoke, we were building a rocket ship out of cardboard in the backyard, and now they act like I’m some stranger they don’t recognize at the library, choosing to browse biographies like they're choosing a new identity, but the craziest part is they don't even acknowledge the unicorn costume I’m wearing... just a normal Tuesday for me.
it's not that they don't know me, it's just that the last time we spoke, we were building a rocket ship out of cardboard in the backyard, and now they act like I’m some stranger they don’t recognize at the library, choosing to browse biographies like they're choosing a new identity, but the craziest part is they don't even acknowledge the unicorn costume I’m wearing... just a normal Tuesday for me.
last night, i was literally celebrating because i found a new meditation app inspired by the monks in raleigh. i was like, finally, a way to de-stress from my workplace chaos. then this morning, my coworker forward my excited message about the app to the whole team, with the subject line 'find your zen, team!' now everyone's staring at me, including the boss, and i don’t know if i should laugh or ...