i went to look for that old book i loved as a kid and instead found a stack of bills and reminders that my dreams of a cozy place of my own feel like just that, a dream, while everyone i used to talk to has faded into the background, like echoes that don't come back no matter how loud you call.
staring at my tiny kitchen with one light bulb and thinking how i am still stuck making the same salary while everyone else seems to be landing promotions and buying houses. like, how do i end up feeling worse scrolling through their updates on LinkedIn when all i want is to find a way to afford real groceries instead of ramen every week.
literally went to the market to get tomatoes and came back with a giant box of tissues and two rolls of tape like what even happened there, यार, matlab samjho na, घर वाले समझते नहीं
literally went to the market to get tomatoes and came back with a giant box of tissues and two rolls of tape like what even happened there, यार, matlab samjho na, घर वाले समझते नहीं
checked my bank account today and my rent is due in two days but i only have enough for takeout and bills are piling up like i can’t even buy a loaf of bread without feeling the weight of everything crashing down, can’t believe i built something just to watch it get stolen while i barely scrape by.