saw a kid at the park today just slinging a frisbee like it was nothing while i sat there with my cold coffee thinking about that time in the 5th grade when everyone was laughing because i showed up in those neon socks—like, how does life get so off track and why am i still here feeling like a walking punchline?
was convinced that test result was going to wreck me, but turns out it was fine, like no one ever prepared me for this lightness, just sat there thinking about how I almost convinced myself my whole world was crumbling over a piece of paper, and now? wow, I could actually breathe.
sitting on my cramped living room floor with a mountain of laundry, listening to the neighbors throw another party while im over here trying to figure out how to make enough meals out of a can of beans and some rice for the week, and somehow watching everyone else thrive from my phone feels like a cruel joke when my biggest victory is finding the last pair of clean socks.
sitting on my cramped living room floor with a mountain of laundry, listening to the neighbors throw another party while im over here trying to figure out how to make enough meals out of a can of beans and some rice for the week, and somehow watching everyone else thrive from my phone feels like a cruel joke when my biggest victory is finding the last pair of clean socks.
life is weird yaar, like my neighbor’s kid just got into this big college with a scholarship and i can't even remember the last time someone looked at my art seriously. তখন আমার এক কমলা রঙের বোর্ডিং স্কুলের ডাক্তার সহপাঠীদের মত... feeling like a joke or something.