life is hard, yaar. कोई समझتا نہیں कि मैंने कितना त्याग किया है बस दूसरों की उम्मीदों को पूरा करने के लिए…
the day i came out my parents acted like i died, wearing black and everything. it felt surreal sitting there still alive while they grieved for a version of me that never really existed.
i sometimes wonder if my old journal will ever be found and if they'll see the parts of me that are still hidden away while they make plans for a life that does not include me, और मैं सिर्फ यही चाहता हूँ कि कोई मुझे समझे.
i sometimes wonder if my old journal will ever be found and if they'll see the parts of me that are still hidden away while they make plans for a life that does not include me, और मैं सिर्फ यही चाहता हूँ कि कोई मुझे समझे.
kya yaar, it feels like sab kuch khatam ho gaya hai, kisi se baat karne ka man hi nahi hota—contact list dekh ke sirf purane dosto ki yaad aati hai jo mile bhi nahi, ek message bhi nahi bhej paya main. किसी समझता नहीं.