so my leg is basically a carnival of pain after that workplace accident and workers comp says my injury was “unrelated” like it sprouted from my soul during an existential crisis or something, meanwhile i have hospital bills stacked like my life choices and they’re just going “nah, not work related” like okay then maybe i'll just audition for a role in the next installment of “most ridiculous insu...
just had my grandmother call me by my dead aunt’s name and smile at me like i was the cashier in a store she forgot she went to, and let me tell you, it takes a special kind of emotional confusion to cry in the car while also thinking about how i might start a new career in interpretive dance just to express the absurdity of life.
i had this vivid dream where i was just walking around this abandoned amusement park and honestly it felt more real than anything, like my brain was just replaying every single thing i ever loved but couldn’t face. woke up and it hit me that it’s been years since i just let myself be that happy and now all i have is this dull ache of regret.
i had this vivid dream where i was just walking around this abandoned amusement park and honestly it felt more real than anything, like my brain was just replaying every single thing i ever loved but couldn’t face. woke up and it hit me that it’s been years since i just let myself be that happy and now all i have is this dull ache of regret.
yaar, matlab samjho na, when I finally figured out how to assemble that IKEA bookshelf and it was missing one crucial piece, all I could think was how कुछ चीजें कभी सही नहीं होती, no matter how hard you try.