yaar, matlab samjho na, जब वो शराब पीता है तो सब कुछ बदल जाता है - पड़ोसी सुनते हैं पर कोई मदद नहीं करता, सबको लगता है ये हमारा मामला है। मैं तो बस चुप रहती हूं, कोई समझता नहीं।
so today i spilled coffee on my keyboard and it basically short-circuited, now i have to use a spoon to hit the keys because it has become a weird artistic installation called "drowning in caffeinated chaos" while the words i type disappear and my entire existence feels like an absurdist performance art piece no one asked for, why do i even bother
saw an old neighbor today, the kind you wave at but never really want to talk to. forced a smile while my stomach knotted, thinking about how some connections just never fade, you know, just linger and linger.
saw an old neighbor today, the kind you wave at but never really want to talk to. forced a smile while my stomach knotted, thinking about how some connections just never fade, you know, just linger and linger.
scrolling through my contacts feels pointless now, i used to have so many people i could reach out to but lately it feels like nobody actually gets it or even wants to try, even the friend i lost touch with wouldn't even reply anymore so i guess it just leaves me talking to the walls at the nursing home instead.