that time i saw someone in public with my childhood backpack and it just hit me out of nowhere how completely lost i felt without any real connections to that part of my life anymore, like just walking through a ghost town of memories and feeling stupid for missing a bag, you know?
spent an hour just cleaning one shelf in my kitchen and somehow felt so proud even while scrolling through social media and seeing friends post about big promotions and fancy trips, like wow cleaning one tiny shelf is what success looks like today.
so, sitting in my tiny kitchen with the same three pots i’ve had since college, while everyone else posts about promotions and new apartments, and i’m just trying to figure out if reheating leftover pizza counts as cooking. sometimes it hits me harder, like seeing an old friend’s engagement announcement right when i realize my plants are dying from neglect.
so, sitting in my tiny kitchen with the same three pots i’ve had since college, while everyone else posts about promotions and new apartments, and i’m just trying to figure out if reheating leftover pizza counts as cooking. sometimes it hits me harder, like seeing an old friend’s engagement announcement right when i realize my plants are dying from neglect.
कितनी ironic है न ये बात कि १२ साल की उम्र से घर का काम कर के मेरे भाइयों को स्कूल भेजा और अब मैं खुद अपने नाम तक नहीं पढ़ सकती।