some days i stare at the bathroom mirror and think about that time i crushed my high school art project and never replaced it, like why did i care more about the way things looked than making something real. now it feels like i am literally just commuting through life without even trying to create anything worth remembering.
i just got home from the thrift store because they had this jacket i wanted but i spent too much on lunch and now i cant even buy a snack for tonight—i keep looking at it and wishing i had been smarter with my choices. the thought of being hungry feels dumb but i’m kind of spiraling over a stupid piece of clothing.
matlab yaar, jab bhi kuch thoda bhi kam hota hai toh wo missing 2 marks jaise sab kuch barbad ho jaata hai—घर वाले समझते नहीं. koi nahi, jab bhi dikhaate hain khud ko, unhe lagta hai perfection hi sab kuch hai.
matlab yaar, jab bhi kuch thoda bhi kam hota hai toh wo missing 2 marks jaise sab kuch barbad ho jaata hai—घर वाले समझते नहीं. koi nahi, jab bhi dikhaate hain khud ko, unhe lagta hai perfection hi sab kuch hai.
matlab samjho na, pichle din yeh matrimonial profile dekh ke badi tension thi, par jab parents ne yeh sirf ignore kiya aur kuch nahi bola, mujhe itna relief mila ki main soch bhi nahi sakti thi yaar, ghar wale toh samajhte nahi hai par shayad yeh sab theek ho raha hai finally.