so i went to the grocery store for the first time in this new country and spent literally 30 minutes standing in front of a wall of mustard trying to figure out if i needed “sweet” “dijon” or “just regular” like it was the most important decision of my life while people stared at me like i was trying to cast a spell, then ended up leaving with nothing and a new existential crisis about condiments.
i walked through the door after sitting in my car for forty minutes convincing myself that today i could do this but as soon as i got inside i just wanted to cry because nobody really gets it when they say i dont look sick like somehow that invalidates everything i’m feeling. i just want to scream that if they could see my thoughts they’d see a thousand storms brewing in my head.
was trying to make a meal out of the last frozen burrito in my freezer when i realized i also need laundry detergent to wash the only shirt that still fits after three months of stress-eating, and my account barely has enough for both, like how did i end up here just trying to survive a basic week
was trying to make a meal out of the last frozen burrito in my freezer when i realized i also need laundry detergent to wash the only shirt that still fits after three months of stress-eating, and my account barely has enough for both, like how did i end up here just trying to survive a basic week
भाई, जब मैं सुनता हूँ कि किसी के पास वो पैसे हैं तो मुझे वो किसान याद आता है जिसने अपनी ज़िंदगी का सब कुछ खो दिया, और फिर अगले हफ्ते सरकार ने लोन माफ़ी का एलान किया, ऐसा लगता है जैसे हर चीज़ गलत वक़्त पर होती है।