turned 40 sitting on the floor of my studio with some greasy takeout because everyone bailed last minute—like what even happened to the friends i thought i had? now i watch them all thriving while i'm barely scraping by and my apartment feels even smaller somehow.
so one time i was trying to impress a date with my cooking and somehow managed to catch the oven mitt on fire while asking if they preferred their chicken grilled or baked, ended up serving a charred disaster and the fire department showed up for my “cooking skills” while they just smiled awkwardly and my roommate kept laughing in the corner.
just found an old note from when i thought it was a good idea to write my thoughts down while sleep-deprived. i was so convinced i had a genius idea about cheese-shaped space rockets but now i just feel confused and a little ashamed i wrote that down.
just found an old note from when i thought it was a good idea to write my thoughts down while sleep-deprived. i was so convinced i had a genius idea about cheese-shaped space rockets but now i just feel confused and a little ashamed i wrote that down.
yaar, matlab samjho na, maine literally apply kiye sab jobs and bas mujhe sirf rejection emails milte hain, like mujhe ye log kisi B-grade horror movie ka villain samajhte hain, aur ghar wale bolte hain, "3 months ho gaye, koi toh kaam milna chahiye!" ghar ka loan ka EMI 40 hazaar, yaar, matlab samjho na, kya hoga.