i miss the thrill of doing nothing, like just staring at the wall for hours, but now it feels like wasting time and i hate that i think that way, wasting time is supposed to be okay, right? everybody thinks im living the dream but i just want to escape this constant running running running.
sometimes i think about that time i stole my neighbor's garden gnome when i was a kid and i still have it in my garage but i feel guilty every time i see it like i should just return it but it feels like a piece of my childhood too so now i’m stuck in this weird limbo.
yaar, matlab samjho na, just spilled a whole cup of coffee on my laptop and now it won’t turn on—घर वाले समझते नहीं why this is the worst timing possible for this to happen.