just tried to fill out a form that required a “proof of residency” and somehow this place where i sleep at night doesn’t count because i don’t own the walls — now i'm sitting here contemplating if i should start calling my couch “home” so i can qualify or just take up residence in the local park and set up shop with my two hundred dollars.
sat through another lecture where they mentioned the latest tech that could change our lives but here i am still using my old phone that barely works, just staring at my notes that feel pointless, like no one understands the struggle of trying to keep up when you can’t even afford to replace your charger that keeps shorting out and wow what am i even doing with my life
so i bought this super fancy hot sauce thinking it would make cooking feel exciting again but instead it literally made me cry like a baby when i accidentally spilled it everywhere and now my kitchen smells like a spicy regret that haunts my every meal choice, honestly what is my life even anymore
so i bought this super fancy hot sauce thinking it would make cooking feel exciting again but instead it literally made me cry like a baby when i accidentally spilled it everywhere and now my kitchen smells like a spicy regret that haunts my every meal choice, honestly what is my life even anymore
जब मैं वहां खड़ी थी, तो मैं सोच रही थी कि मुझे सिर्फ एक संख्या समझा गया। लोग बार्गेन कर रहे थे, जैसे मैं कोई सामान हूं, पर कोई समझता नहीं, क्यों मैंने अपने सपनों को इतनी बार टाला।