saw an old neighbor today, the kind you wave at but never really want to talk to. forced a smile while my stomach knotted, thinking about how some connections just never fade, you know, just linger and linger.
scrolling through my contacts feels pointless now, i used to have so many people i could reach out to but lately it feels like nobody actually gets it or even wants to try, even the friend i lost touch with wouldn't even reply anymore so i guess it just leaves me talking to the walls at the nursing home instead.
घर वाले समझते नहीं, bas ek hi baar bola tha ki मुझे male बच्चा चाहिए, और सब कुछ गड़बड़ हो गया, दिमाग ख़राब है।
घर वाले समझते नहीं, bas ek hi baar bola tha ki मुझे male बच्चा चाहिए, और सब कुछ गड़बड़ हो गया, दिमाग ख़राब है।
i keep finding myself staring at the ceiling, wondering how many sheets of paper it would take to make a life. 18 months for a person and a lifetime of wondering why some lives get measured in years and some in paperwork.