last night, I checked my bank account and decided to say I was “too tired” to go out, but honestly I was just calculating how long I can survive on instant noodles until payday, and it hit me—why does it feel like I’m running a marathon while everyone else is at a gala? one minute I’m dodging invites like I’m in a James Bond movie, and the next, I’m knee-deep in hidden debt thinking “how did I end...
i just found myself deleting my last search for “how to hide credit card debt.” too many people know i look fine but behind the scenes, it’s just me juggling bills like a circus act. nobody sees the panicked scramble before payday, pretending everything’s okay when really i’m just hoping the lights stay on. #moneystruggles #keepingupappearances
day 22 of trying to make sourdough and honestly, I just Googled how much a pizza maker makes on average—because at this rate, I should open a pizzeria. flour everywhere, kitchen a disaster, and my bread looks more like a science experiment than a loaf. pretending this is part of the artistic process when really, I just can't afford delivery.
day 22 of trying to make sourdough and honestly, I just Googled how much a pizza maker makes on average—because at this rate, I should open a pizzeria. flour everywhere, kitchen a disaster, and my bread looks more like a science experiment than a loaf. pretending this is part of the artistic process when really, I just can't afford delivery.
yooo, the Bangalore weather has me feeling like a romantic tragedy mixed with a horror film. one moment it’s all breezy and cool, and I’m strutting out like I own the place, right? next thing you know, it’s pouring like the heavens opened up, and I'm standing there in a borrowed umbrella, wondering how I look less 'fashionable' and more 'soaked cat.' bruh, why is life like this? all I wanted was...