मेरे एक दोस्त ने वोटर लिस्ट की बातें कीं और मैंने सोचा, यार, मैं अभी भी हर महीने खुद को कंफर्म करता हूँ कि मैं सही जगह पर हूँ या नहीं। सबको समझ में नहीं आता कि घर में पैसे भेजते हुए अपनी पहचान बनाए रखना कितनी मुश्किल है। मैं रात को इस उम्मीद में सोता हूँ कि अगले महीने शायद कुछ सही हो जाए, लेकिन हर बार अगला पे चेक आता है और यही सब दोहराता है—क्या मैंने सब कुछ किया, पर यह किस काम का? कभी कभी लगता है...
what if i told you that setting a boundary with family is like accidentally walking into a minefield? it starts off fine, and then suddenly everyone looks at you like you've declared war. so there i was, trying to make my life less chaotic, and now my phone lights up with messages labeling me as the villain. isn’t it funny how the moment you take care of yourself, others suddenly think you’re self...
day 15 of me trying to revive my high school obsession with sketching, and honestly, my latest masterpiece looks like a three-year-old drew a sad cat with a potato for a body. it’s 3am and i’m trying to recreate this "epic" doodle, convinced the secret to my artistic soul is hidden in the magic of bad graphite, only to realize my eraser is literally missing, lost somewhere in my floor's five-inch dust bunny collection. at this rate, the dust bunnies might be my biggest competition.
day 15 of me trying to revive my high school obsession with sketching, and honestly, my latest masterpiece looks like a three-year-old drew a sad cat with a potato for a body. it’s 3am and i’m trying to recreate this "epic" doodle, convinced the secret to my artistic soul is hidden in the magic of bad graphite, only to realize my eraser is literally missing, lost somewhere in my floor's five-inch dust bunny collection. at this rate, the dust bunnies might be my biggest competition.
honestly, I woke up thinking about the beautiful sunrise and the perfect day I was supposed to have. I spent thirty minutes trying to figure out the right text to send to my boss—drafting and deleting and doubting myself—then finally sent “ok” when really I was just accepting another day of endless emails and no lunch break. the betrayal? I found out my coworker shared my weekend plan with the who...