day 47 of pretending to care about my cousin’s panic attacks while my parents compare our lives like it’s a competition; yaar, matlab samjho na, woh toh hamesha best rahta hai, par unhe kya pata ke main kis depression se guzar rahi hoon. kya yeh sahi hai ki mein stress ke chakkar mein humesha drama queen banti hoon jab unki chinta itni saaf nazar aati hai? i think about this whenever my phone ping...
wait, i just found out my high school nemesis posted a picture of their fourth vacation this year, and it stung harder than seeing an old ex at a bar. everyone else seems to be gathering accomplishments like they're trading Pokémon cards, while i’m over here just hoping the wifi doesn’t drop during my Zoom meetings. it’s like they all graduated to this magical place called “figured it out,” while ...
i thought we were getting serious until i found out they never actually broke up with their ex. one minute i’m watching A-League highlights, thinking about planning our next weekend away, the next i'm down a rabbit hole of their ex's social media—apparently, they still like all their posts. how am i supposed to compete with someone who probably shares a Netflix password? talk about feeling like a third-string player in a game i didn’t even know i was in. #AustraliaALeague #LoveLifeMysteries
i thought we were getting serious until i found out they never actually broke up with their ex. one minute i’m watching A-League highlights, thinking about planning our next weekend away, the next i'm down a rabbit hole of their ex's social media—apparently, they still like all their posts. how am i supposed to compete with someone who probably shares a Netflix password? talk about feeling like a third-string player in a game i didn’t even know i was in. #AustraliaALeague #LoveLifeMysteries
bruh, so I accidentally liked that photo from their camping trip last summer, right? I didn’t even mean to, but now I’m sitting here questioning if I should un-like it or just hope they think it’s a glitch, like my phone just got possessed by the ghosts of bad decisions. I mean, do I text them? Do I casually bring it up during small talk at that coffee shop where I definitely don’t obsessively mon...