wait, but like, when did I turn into a human stress ball? I scroll through social media and see people living their best lives, but inside, I am literally just hiding my credit card bill under a pile of laundry, pretending that I don’t feel like a walking failure. sometimes, I fantasize about becoming a meme—a “can’t even” kind of meme. it's like, while I’m out here trying to figure out how to aff...
yaar, mujhe samajh nahi aata kyun log tasmania aur new south wales ki baatein karte hain jab main toh sirf apne din bhar ki thakan se kuchh samajh nahi paata, dinner mein maggi kha raha hoon aur khud ko purane pyaar ki yaad dila raha hoon. matlab, last week maine dekha ki unke couple pictures aayi, ab main soch raha hoon kya unki love story kabhi meri tarah waste thi, ya kya main sirf unka highlig...
literally, every time my family gets together for this new year celebration, I can feel the weight of their expectations crushing me. they’re comparing me to my cousin who's already a partner at some firm, while I’m over here dodging family questions like I’m in an obstacle course. honestly, it’s like they think I’m playing a game with my life and my scoreboard just keeps getting lower. the anxiety hits the roof, I smile through it, but part of me just daydreams about shoving a dragon dance lion right in their faces, shouting "see how majestic this is while I *actually* flounder behind the curtain?" and the worst part? when they ask if I’m seeing someone and I just laugh it off—why can’t they just understand that “thank you” is the safest bet when what I really want to say is “you know not...
literally, every time my family gets together for this new year celebration, I can feel the weight of their expectations crushing me. they’re comparing me to my cousin who's already a partner at some firm, while I’m over here dodging family questions like I’m in an obstacle course. honestly, it’s like they think I’m playing a game with my life and my scoreboard just keeps getting lower. the anxiety hits the roof, I smile through it, but part of me just daydreams about shoving a dragon dance lion right in their faces, shouting "see how majestic this is while I *actually* flounder behind the curtain?" and the worst part? when they ask if I’m seeing someone and I just laugh it off—why can’t they just understand that “thank you” is the safest bet when what I really want to say is “you know not...
the way that everyone around me is all excited about this victoria vs western australia match, matlab yaar, i'm just here like "where is my winning moment?" saw my friends planning weddings while i'm over here wondering if I'll ever find someone to swipe right on me, hai na. i even tried to get into cricket to impress a crush, but ended up confusing the scoreboard with a recipe for rajma, now they...