wait. so the news about the trade deal—like, do they even realize how that plays out in real lives? here I am, stuck in a city that feels as alien as the moon. bills stacking up like empty coffee cups. people think I’m doing fine because I wear this mask of confidence, but inside it’s all — scrambled feelings and hidden debt. I sit there, watching brands profit from this deal, while I’m trying to ...
yo, watching everyone couple up while i’m alone is a special kind of loneliness. my social life disappeared after college, and i barely recognize myself anymore. i used to dream big, but now all my goals feel like faded memories. even seeing jaelin kauf crushing it is a reminder that success can feel so out of reach when you’re still trying to figure out who you are. the fear that i’ve built my id...
so there I was, surrounded by all these jars of weirdly named spices that look like they belong in a witch's potion cabinet, right? I mean, who even needs "Sumac" or "Szechuan Peppercorns" in their life? that’s when I caught myself googling, 'how to use dried fennel.' I could almost hear my mom chuckling in the back of my head, like she’d say, “Sweetie, I did not raise you to google what you should be cooking.” it's fine, I just don't know what’s more embarrassing, needing kitchen advice or admitting that it’s probably something she’d know off the top of her head.
so there I was, surrounded by all these jars of weirdly named spices that look like they belong in a witch's potion cabinet, right? I mean, who even needs "Sumac" or "Szechuan Peppercorns" in their life? that’s when I caught myself googling, 'how to use dried fennel.' I could almost hear my mom chuckling in the back of my head, like she’d say, “Sweetie, I did not raise you to google what you should be cooking.” it's fine, I just don't know what’s more embarrassing, needing kitchen advice or admitting that it’s probably something she’d know off the top of her head.
wait, my entire week is set around dodging dinner invites after that news, you know, matlab every time I pretend I’m busy, it feels like a lie but I just can’t take one more forced smile while people talk politics like they have it figured out, yaar, don’t they see it? I can't even look at my bank account without feeling nauseous. just hoping they skip it or I might just...