it’s not that i’m dishonest, it’s just… the time i cheated on this life-changing test. picture me in the cafeteria, my ailing back pressed against the cold floor, praying no one catches me glancing at my classmate’s paper. my uncle had just texted about some chaotic cricket match—totally irrelevant, but my mom blurted out something embarrassing about my childhood while trying to support me. guess ...
do you ever feel like everyone in your life is just running a marathon you weren’t invited to? it’s like i’m stuck watching everyone else cross finish lines. new cars, fresh houses, fulfilling lives—meanwhile, i’m over here trying to make sense of my Monday while balancing a mountain of unwashed laundry. all this while pretending to care about a football match that no one realizes is just a metaph...
i know it sounds terrible, but i felt a rush of satisfaction when i saw that person who always flaunted their financial stability struggling. like, here i am, pretending to be okay while counting change for coffee. i smile at people like they have it all figured out while my credit card statement reads like a horror story. it’s crazy how we all play this charade, acting like we belong in a world we can barely afford. but honestly, some days, it feels like the only power i have left is feeling a little smug when someone else falls from their pedestal.
i know it sounds terrible, but i felt a rush of satisfaction when i saw that person who always flaunted their financial stability struggling. like, here i am, pretending to be okay while counting change for coffee. i smile at people like they have it all figured out while my credit card statement reads like a horror story. it’s crazy how we all play this charade, acting like we belong in a world we can barely afford. but honestly, some days, it feels like the only power i have left is feeling a little smug when someone else falls from their pedestal.
literally thought I was picking a great seat in the cafeteria — turns out I just ended up next to the loudest person who was passionately explaining why toast is overrated. the only thing more awkward than trying to avoid eye contact with my friends at the other table was trying to focus on the butter-less bread conversation happening next to me — not gonna lie, I almost started manifesting a bett...