day 47 of watching friends celebrate basant while my kites remain tangled in life’s mess. they’re sharing posts about new homes and vacations. meanwhile, i’m still figuring out how to afford snacks without feeling guilty. the colors in their lives look so vibrant—like the kites that soar overhead—while mine feels muted and heavy, caught in a string of anxiety. this festival reminds me of all the c...
so im sitting here, rearranging my vinyl collection while obsessing over someone who probably doesn't even remember my birthday, and I can't help but think how ridiculous it is that I'm putting my favorite albums in order of sadness—like that’s gonna win them back or something. im over here emotionally curating playlists for them, while they probably couldn’t even name a single song i made them, a...
honestly, my 'best friend' only texts me when they need me to solve a problem or provide a last-minute favor. they’ll go on and on about the latest trendy book they claim to love, but I know they only skimmed the first chapter before texting me to borrow it. it makes me wonder if I’m just the free support system in their personal chaos, while I can’t even get a 'how are you?' on my birthday.
honestly, my 'best friend' only texts me when they need me to solve a problem or provide a last-minute favor. they’ll go on and on about the latest trendy book they claim to love, but I know they only skimmed the first chapter before texting me to borrow it. it makes me wonder if I’m just the free support system in their personal chaos, while I can’t even get a 'how are you?' on my birthday.
literally just bought a vintage lamp that I definitely don't need. it looked 'unique' but honestly, my bills are piling up like an IKEA mountain of unassembled furniture. pretending I'm not broke while scrolling past people celebrating the Winter Games feels like a joke—everyone thinks I'm thriving, but I’m just trying to make rent with thrift store treasures. honestly, at this point, I just hope ...