kuch waqt se paintings mein ghus gaya hoon lekin jab bhi khud se banaata hoon toh woh itne khudgarz ho jaate hain, warna doosron ki art dekh ke samajh aata hai kya hai beauty yaar, koi nahi hai jo discuss karein is bare mein
found myself scrolling through transplant forums again — it's like playing the worst kind of bingo but no one wins and everyone loses hope instead. meanwhile my child asks why the universe couldn't pick me instead of this pile of unused lottery tickets.
i was at the grocery store yesterday and just stood there staring at the spices for way too long, like i was looking for something specific but couldn’t remember what it was. everything felt really heavy, just me and the shelves and this weird loneliness creeping in, like nobody else really saw me.
i was at the grocery store yesterday and just stood there staring at the spices for way too long, like i was looking for something specific but couldn’t remember what it was. everything felt really heavy, just me and the shelves and this weird loneliness creeping in, like nobody else really saw me.
checked my account and saw barely enough for rent this month, and that grocery bill looming over me. thought about buying a birthday gift for my niece but just had to close the tab instead because the thought of my bank balance is making me feel sick…