yaar, matlab samjho na, roz jab bhi मैं उन लोगों को देखता हूँ, जो मुझे pitiful नज़र से देखते हैं, समझ नहीं आता क्या किया था मैंने, love ke liye apna ghar छोड़ diya, अब बस यही सोचते रहते हैं कि क्यूँ मेरी शादी ऐसी है
the other day i realized i have literally just enough money for this fancy new candle i've been eyeing and it felt like the only bright spot but then i thought about how my electric bill is coming up and just felt sick. it's like one tiny thing sparks this chain of panic about everything else i can't afford, ugh.
so after being the whistleblower, i get a notice from hr that my last stapler is considered "company property" and must be returned — like seriously, what is this a bad sitcom where i can keep my integrity but not my office supplies, where's the dignity in that?
so after being the whistleblower, i get a notice from hr that my last stapler is considered "company property" and must be returned — like seriously, what is this a bad sitcom where i can keep my integrity but not my office supplies, where's the dignity in that?
so i completely forgot to eat all day and only realized at 9pm when my head started hurting like crazy. i stood there staring at the fridge, thinking about how i always do this and now all i can think about is how i had leftover pizza in there but somehow it feels like the most unappetizing thing ever.