it’s 2:23 am and i am still awake, staring at my closet filled with a rainbow of clothes i can’t bring myself to wear because they remind me of the girl i was when i bought them. i mean, what’s the point in pretending i’ve moved on from those parties i never went to? yet here i am, wearing the same pair of pajamas—day 68 of hibernation, avoiding the idea of stepping outside in something bright. ho...
bruh, so I quit my office job for a life of ‘artistic freedom’ and now I'm just sitting here in sweatpants watching paint dry on an empty canvas while missing my paycheck like it was my long-lost love. I didn’t realize I would feel the crushing weight of existential dread mixed with a craving for a reliable coffee supply every Friday. #justsaying #artistlife
just realized that my friends are getting ready to host big parties for the elections, and here I am, counting how many days I can stretch my ramen before payday, yaar. my parents keep bringing up how “Sharma ji ka beta” is on his way to Mars, matlab do they even know I’ve considered applying for gigs that pay in exposure? it’s like, every time I go home, the conversations go in a spiral - they’re looking for glimmers of hope in my life, while I’m just trying to figure out how to skip another rent payment without ending up on the streets. it's exhausting, na? #Skip #RealityCheck
just realized that my friends are getting ready to host big parties for the elections, and here I am, counting how many days I can stretch my ramen before payday, yaar. my parents keep bringing up how “Sharma ji ka beta” is on his way to Mars, matlab do they even know I’ve considered applying for gigs that pay in exposure? it’s like, every time I go home, the conversations go in a spiral - they’re looking for glimmers of hope in my life, while I’m just trying to figure out how to skip another rent payment without ending up on the streets. it's exhausting, na? #Skip #RealityCheck
last night, my aunt literally asked if i was still "working on myself" while juggling plates of family dinner. like, does she think a therapist is going to magically install the life upgrade? the way my cousins strut around like they’re in a reality show, while i try to figure out how to put my dignity back together is just too much. also, Dollarama just opened up, so like, maybe i’ll find a dolla...