yaar, literally just saw my cousin post about buying a car and I can't even afford to grab a tea with my friends right now. matlab, everyone around me seems to be moving up while I'm stuck trying to figure out how to afford auto fare. it's honestly like I'm watching life pass me by while scrolling through my feed, and part of me is just waiting for the next round of heartbreak. am I just destined ...
yooo, so my parents popped by unannounced and found my “cozy” living space, which is basically a chaotic mix of takeout boxes and a yoga mat that hasn’t seen action in months. they walked in like they were expecting a home decor magazine but left with a look that said “oh, we thought you had it together.” honestly, seeing them try not to judge made me realize that underneath all this mess, I might...
it's not that i trusted them blindly... it's just that i might have, you know, let them convince me that their awful karaoke version of a classic song was actually a beautiful cover. i stood up for them at dinner parties like i was defending a Nobel Prize winner. then, i overheard them on the phone saying my singing sounded like “a cat caught in a blender.” i even thought about hiring a vocal coach after that. they still don’t know it’s me who has the final three rounds of their one-hit wonder on repeat. #misjudgment #friendswhoslapyouwithtruth
it's not that i trusted them blindly... it's just that i might have, you know, let them convince me that their awful karaoke version of a classic song was actually a beautiful cover. i stood up for them at dinner parties like i was defending a Nobel Prize winner. then, i overheard them on the phone saying my singing sounded like “a cat caught in a blender.” i even thought about hiring a vocal coach after that. they still don’t know it’s me who has the final three rounds of their one-hit wonder on repeat. #misjudgment #friendswhoslapyouwithtruth
ever searched for “how to cook a pigeon” and had a friend walk in right at that moment? because I did. we just sat there, awkwardly pretending nothing was happening, while I contemplated if I’d prefer being branded a pigeon chef or a psychopath. you ever realize your life choices could use a hard reboot when you’re on that weird culinary journey? like… wow, this is what adulthood looks like…