wait, yaar, so there’s this box in my closet. it's just sitting there, filled with old letters and photographs from my childhood. matlab, I can’t bring myself to open it. every time I see it, I remember how I was told to bury the secrets and protect our family's ‘reputation’. I am thirty now, and that box is like a tomb of all the stuff I never got to say. can't help but think how I’m still living...
it is wild how you can walk into the same bar and see your friend buying a round for everyone and meanwhile you are just hoping the bartender gives you a discount for the happy hour. like one guy gets a promotion and suddenly his Instagram is all private jets and fancy dinners, and you are just over here struggling to make it through another week of meal-prepping because microwave ramen feels like...
it is 2am and I just opened a jar of pickles — they were sitting in the back of the fridge like some forgotten relic of a better time, the only comfort I have since my other half started taking their favorite snacks to their “new life” with their best friend. every crunch sounds like the echo of my own loneliness, a reminder that sometimes it feels like I am just an unpaid background character in my own life story.
it is 2am and I just opened a jar of pickles — they were sitting in the back of the fridge like some forgotten relic of a better time, the only comfort I have since my other half started taking their favorite snacks to their “new life” with their best friend. every crunch sounds like the echo of my own loneliness, a reminder that sometimes it feels like I am just an unpaid background character in my own life story.
was just trying to take my mind off things by cooking a new recipe. spent hours gathering ingredients from three different stores because that one specialty spice was sold out everywhere. finally finished, plated it perfectly, sat down to eat, and the first bite was like… biting into air. turns out, i forgot the salt completely. so there i was, 9 pm, staring at my sad dish, realizing how much time...