day 47 of staring at my favorite mug because it’s too cute to not be filled with warm coffee, even if my reality says otherwise. my relatives gather around, loudly debating whose love life is more chaotic while I sit here, my only audience a half-eaten chocolate bar and my cat judging me from across the room. it’s funny, really, how I used to shape every plan around that someone, and now I’m resha...
har baar family gatherings mein jab sab meri शादी के बारे में पूछते हैं, दिल में एक तरह की जलन होती है। जैसे, कुछ लोग तो बस नॉर्मल लगते हैं, और मैं बस यार, समझो ना, अपने पैरों पर खड़ा होना सीख रहा हूँ, लेकिन घर वाले समझते नहीं। अब रस्तोन चेस की कहानी सुनकर, वो खिलाड़ी कैसे कठिनाइयों के बाद भी ऐसे मैच खेलते हैं, मुझे एहसास होता है कि मैं भी किसी न किसी क्रिकेट खेल में हूँ, बस, और यह खेल मुझे कभी खत...
so i'm scrolling through social media and everyone's posting pictures of their new houses, shiny cars, all that jazz while i'm over here still trying to figure out how to keep my indoor plants alive — seriously, how do you people keep thriving like you’re on some secret mission? i’m watching my friends move to new orleans and kickstart these epic lives — and i'm just over here comparing my life to a bad reality show where i get left on read for three days and the grand prize is — nothing. it’s like everyone's celebrating and i’m still scrolling in my tiny apartment, making dinner for one and laughing at my cat's misadventures as if they matter more than my own failures. does anyone else feel this way? or is it just me, wallowing in my living room while the rest of the world seems to have t...
so i'm scrolling through social media and everyone's posting pictures of their new houses, shiny cars, all that jazz while i'm over here still trying to figure out how to keep my indoor plants alive — seriously, how do you people keep thriving like you’re on some secret mission? i’m watching my friends move to new orleans and kickstart these epic lives — and i'm just over here comparing my life to a bad reality show where i get left on read for three days and the grand prize is — nothing. it’s like everyone's celebrating and i’m still scrolling in my tiny apartment, making dinner for one and laughing at my cat's misadventures as if they matter more than my own failures. does anyone else feel this way? or is it just me, wallowing in my living room while the rest of the world seems to have t...
yooo, just watched my co-worker show off their new house and i am out here thanking the universe for my microwave dinner again. the "economic calendar" just reminded me how i’m stuck in my one-bedroom bunker while my friends are stacking mortgage payments and new cars like it's Monopoly money. like, is my budget in some parallel universe where these monthly bills don't exist? bruh, i practiced a...