just realized i left my favorite sweater at the laundromat last week and now im just sitting here wishing i could remember if it was a weekend or a weekday when i dropped it off—what if someone took it? i don’t know if i can face the idea of going back there and looking again.
so my therapist dropped me like a hot potato cause my insurance changed and now im stuck waiting 4 months for a new one. feels like the whole system just expects me to hold it together while everything falls apart, like what am i supposed to do in the meantime?
yaar, matlab samjho na, 30 ki umar ho gayi hai, roz ghar pe baithke rejection letters aate hain aur family ki aankhein samajh gayi hain, but arranged marriage ki baatein chalu hain, like seriously, ye kya hai, yeh toh ek real estate transaction hai jo pyaar ke naam pe ho raha hai.
yaar, matlab samjho na, 30 ki umar ho gayi hai, roz ghar pe baithke rejection letters aate hain aur family ki aankhein samajh gayi hain, but arranged marriage ki baatein chalu hain, like seriously, ye kya hai, yeh toh ek real estate transaction hai jo pyaar ke naam pe ho raha hai.
sometimes i scroll through social media and see my friends buying houses and going on vacations while i sit in my tiny apartment, struggling to make ends meet at a retail job that barely pays the bills after the medical debt from that car accident, it's like i am stuck in this never-ending cycle of despair and i wonder if i will ever catch a break while they seem to glide through life without a ca...