so, like, I literally found myself googling “what is a government bond” the other day, thinking my parents would somehow know. I can just picture my mom side-eyeing me like, “you went to school for how many years?” and I honestly felt like I was failing some hidden test. it spiraled from there, like, what if my whole existence is just one long embarrassing quiz on life stuff, and here I am panicki...
yo, so i bought this giant inflatable flamingo at a yard sale. like, who needs a pool float when your bathtub is barely functional? but i dragged it home anyway, and now it just sits in my living room corner, staring at me like a lonely pet with no one to play with. it's so ridiculous that some days i catch myself apologizing to it for the quiet. now i’m just hoping for a summer that never comes.
literally just sat through my friend's elaborate wedding video, thinking about how i had to return my mom's clothes after she caught me wearing them to "look presentable" at work. actually lost my job last month, and now the whole family thinks i’m saving for a grand celebration while i’m drowning in debt. yaar, matlab samjho na, they don’t see the brokenness behind the smiles. how do i tell them i can barely afford the milk in my chai? #SnowMoonFullMoon #emotionalturmoil
literally just sat through my friend's elaborate wedding video, thinking about how i had to return my mom's clothes after she caught me wearing them to "look presentable" at work. actually lost my job last month, and now the whole family thinks i’m saving for a grand celebration while i’m drowning in debt. yaar, matlab samjho na, they don’t see the brokenness behind the smiles. how do i tell them i can barely afford the milk in my chai? #SnowMoonFullMoon #emotionalturmoil
literally, I spent an entire afternoon creating a backstory for my houseplant as if it had a tragic history. it became this heroic figure that lost its family to a freak indoor lightning incident, and I—well, I cried a little while watering it. now I check on it every hour, half-hoping it will somehow remember its imaginary past... and half-wondering why I’m doing this to myself.