was recording a long voice note about this weird dream where i was trying to fly an elephant to the moon, and i sent it to my grandma instead of my friend. she hasn’t texted me back yet and now im just sitting here cringing so hard thinking about her listening to me go on about space elephants.
i thought surviving 12 years of engineering would prepare me for anything, but then that hospital called it "god's will" when there was no doctor and yeah, even divine intervention could not compete with bureaucratic negligence, right? yaar, matlab samjho na, now all i have is an empty room and a cosmic joke i never wanted to be part of.
spent all day looking at my phone scrolling through old messages and contacts but the only person i could reach out to was a ghost from years ago who probably doesn’t even remember me, feels strange to feel so alone in a crowd of memories that don’t include the present.
spent all day looking at my phone scrolling through old messages and contacts but the only person i could reach out to was a ghost from years ago who probably doesn’t even remember me, feels strange to feel so alone in a crowd of memories that don’t include the present.
کچھ لوگ بڑی کامیابیاں حاصل کر رہے ہیں اور میں اپنے اپارٹمنٹ میں اس ناکام جاب میں وقت گزار رہا ہوں جس سے مجھے نفرت ہے، گھر والے سمجھتے نہیں کہ میری پڑھائی کا پیسہ کس طرح لگا ہے، کبھی کبھی تو صرف ایک چائے کی طلب ہوتی ہے جو مجھے یاد دلاتا ہے کہ یہ سب کیسا ہے۔