just had my grandmother call me by my dead aunt’s name and smile at me like i was the cashier in a store she forgot she went to, and let me tell you, it takes a special kind of emotional confusion to cry in the car while also thinking about how i might start a new career in interpretive dance just to express the absurdity of life.
i had this vivid dream where i was just walking around this abandoned amusement park and honestly it felt more real than anything, like my brain was just replaying every single thing i ever loved but couldn’t face. woke up and it hit me that it’s been years since i just let myself be that happy and now all i have is this dull ache of regret.
yaar, matlab samjho na, when I finally figured out how to assemble that IKEA bookshelf and it was missing one crucial piece, all I could think was how कुछ चीजें कभी सही नहीं होती, no matter how hard you try.
yaar, matlab samjho na, when I finally figured out how to assemble that IKEA bookshelf and it was missing one crucial piece, all I could think was how कुछ चीजें कभी सही नहीं होती, no matter how hard you try.
kya badi gaffe thi yaar, meeting mein boss ko bola mujhe lagta hai aap ke pass bahut time hai, aap plan kyun nahi banate aur sab log mujhe dekh rahe the like kya bol diya maine, ab kya karun ghar wale samjhte nahi, adjust toh karna padega na.