just saw my neighbor pulling in with the new luxury car and here i am with my old beat-up hatchback, thinking about the time i saved up for months for that dented fridge and it still only keeps things cold when it feels like it — like am i doing something wrong or is it just that everyone else is in a different race than me
so there i was, 40 years old, sitting alone on the floor of my studio eating takeout and trying not to think about how everyone bailed on me but also somehow realizing that this feels so normal now, just another night of endless scrolling on my phone wishing for something more exciting than this awkward silence in my own apartment…
घर वाले समझते नहीं, बब्बा के पास ले गए हैं वो - बस चेन से बंधा हुआ है जैसे कोई पालतू जानवर। मज़ाक की तरह लग रहा है पर यह तो इमोशनल डिटॉक्स है जो सच्चाई का सामना करने से ज्यादा मुश्किल है।
घर वाले समझते नहीं, बब्बा के पास ले गए हैं वो - बस चेन से बंधा हुआ है जैसे कोई पालतू जानवर। मज़ाक की तरह लग रहा है पर यह तो इमोशनल डिटॉक्स है जो सच्चाई का सामना करने से ज्यादा मुश्किल है।
just found out my grandma’s old vase was worth more than i thought and now i can finally buy that guitar i keep dreaming about. honestly, i was so convinced it was just junk, but wow, it feels so good to be wrong, like wrong in the best way.