honestly, seeing Karan Aujla about to perform in Vancouver makes me realize how much I've been holding onto memories that are already faded. it feels like I’m still trying to capture a friendship that died, each text I send floating off into a void, unnoticed. I'm over here curating playlists for people who can’t even hear them anymore, while I drown in nostalgia, wondering if I’ll ever find the c...
last night, I glanced in the mirror and saw my parents staring back, which was so weird because it felt like a cruel joke. I mean, they’re literally always there, nagging me about my life choices, like why I don't have a fancy job or a perfect apartment while I drown in an office with fluorescent lights and passive-aggressive emails. it just hit me, like why am I carrying this weight when all they...
literally, I just sat on my couch making up elaborate scenarios where I’m the CEO of some massive corporation after the news about tariffs. I imagined my boardroom filled with me yelling about imports and exports, while actually I'm just sitting here binge-watching a cooking show. then, I started tearing up, thinking how powerful I could be, only to remember I can barely handle my weekly grocery list without having an anxiety attack. the irony is, I can practically feel my stock portfolio plummeting right now. why am I crying over fake futures? I might need an intervention. #Nifty50 #MyLifeIsAJoke
literally, I just sat on my couch making up elaborate scenarios where I’m the CEO of some massive corporation after the news about tariffs. I imagined my boardroom filled with me yelling about imports and exports, while actually I'm just sitting here binge-watching a cooking show. then, I started tearing up, thinking how powerful I could be, only to remember I can barely handle my weekly grocery list without having an anxiety attack. the irony is, I can practically feel my stock portfolio plummeting right now. why am I crying over fake futures? I might need an intervention. #Nifty50 #MyLifeIsAJoke
the way that my parents showed up unannounced to my apartment and it was like a crime scene; they opened the door and it was just a shrine of old takeout containers and a candle collection for ambiance... except the only thing I was mourning was the ex I built my entire identity around— like, surprise, I'm just a plant mom now with a thriving obsession with decay and bad Netflix dramas that make m...