wait. i just wrote a text to my favorite ice cream shop like they could help me fix my life. it went something like “you have no idea how much your mint chocolate chip gets me through the day.” but i won’t send it. honestly, it felt better than sending a heart to my friends. ice cream is my therapist now, and they don’t even know.
i realized today that my life could have taken a totally different turn if i had just chosen a different fast food joint for lunch. instead of inhaling that greasy burger, i could have gone for sushi. instead, here i am, trapped in a soul-sucking job where every email feels like a knife in my stomach, dreaming of a life where i eat delicate rolls instead of feeling like a bloated balloon. oh, and ...
not gonna lie, yaar, sometimes I watch everyone celebrating this big political day and I just feel...lost, hai na? while they fight for change, I’m still in the same spot, feeling like I’m in a loop, matlab ek hi ghanti. my younger cousin just bought a flat and I’m over here struggling to find my purpose, trapped in my parents' home. my friends are living their 'best lives' while I binge-watch old shows in the same corner of the couch, feeling invisible. I keep telling myself I’ll get there too, but today, it just hurts a little more, yaar. #Feb11 #LostInLife
not gonna lie, yaar, sometimes I watch everyone celebrating this big political day and I just feel...lost, hai na? while they fight for change, I’m still in the same spot, feeling like I’m in a loop, matlab ek hi ghanti. my younger cousin just bought a flat and I’m over here struggling to find my purpose, trapped in my parents' home. my friends are living their 'best lives' while I binge-watch old shows in the same corner of the couch, feeling invisible. I keep telling myself I’ll get there too, but today, it just hurts a little more, yaar. #Feb11 #LostInLife
yoo, just got asked when I’m having kids again and I’m sitting here wondering how to even afford the cereal I’m out of. my savings is a ghost. people think I'm balling just because I don’t post my bank account balance on social media. I spent last weekend watching my ex thrive while I scrubbed old takeout containers. but hey, I’m sure my imaginary future kids would love the ambiance of this clutte...