sitting here scrolling through old photos from the summer I moved into this place—feels like yesterday, but the laughter is gone and so is the energy. found myself staring at a contact list that feels empty, like I used to have connections but now it’s just silence—kinda surreal how quickly it all changed.
just spent the last hour cleaning out my desk and found a bunch of old concert tickets, they’re all from when things felt more fun, now my apartment feels like a tomb and my bank account feels even more empty every time i remember i cant get back to those moments where it felt like anything was possible.
घर वाले समझते नहीं कि एक महीना हो गया, मैं हर रोज़ वही खाना बनाकर खा रही हूँ और वो सब यहाँ से दूर अपने लाइफ में मस्त हैं। अब बस यही सोचती हूँ कि क्या कभी आएंगे, ये तो कोई बात नहीं।
घर वाले समझते नहीं कि एक महीना हो गया, मैं हर रोज़ वही खाना बनाकर खा रही हूँ और वो सब यहाँ से दूर अपने लाइफ में मस्त हैं। अब बस यही सोचती हूँ कि क्या कभी आएंगे, ये तो कोई बात नहीं।
just walked by the old cafe we used to go to and i realized i can't even afford a cup of coffee there anymore, which is wild because that used to be nothing but now it feels like i literally can't catch a break, even my cravings feel like a luxury i have to plan for.