i sat on my tiny kitchen floor surrounded by takeout boxes, watching a neighbor post about their brand new solar panels and i literally felt like i was drowning in the same three rooms for the past two years, just praying the light from my old bulbs would hold out another week while the air smells like burnt coffee and regret.
literally just watched my sister post about her perfect engagement and here i am in my tiny apartment with nothing but a cold cup of tea, घर वाले समझते नहीं that i feel like a complete failure every day.
literally waited nine months for a therapist and still no luck, but hey, crisis hotline said they are busy so i guess my emotional meltdown can wait too. honestly thought google could optimize my mental health, but i guess they only handle algorithm stress, not human chaos.
literally waited nine months for a therapist and still no luck, but hey, crisis hotline said they are busy so i guess my emotional meltdown can wait too. honestly thought google could optimize my mental health, but i guess they only handle algorithm stress, not human chaos.
sitting in the living room just staring at the wall—checking my phone every few minutes for a message that probably will never come while the laundry just sits there unput away and all i can think about is that one time i lost a sock in the dryer and nobody ever saw it again.