just got a letter from the hospital, and the first thing they want me to do is pay for the ambulance that didn’t even save him, like maybe throw in a heartfelt note instead of a bill, i mean really, does it get more absurd than this?
sometimes i think about that one time i stole a pencil from the office supply cabinet because it was my favorite color and the guilt of it still eats at me, like how small the theft was but how big it felt, which is dumb but here i am, just typing this out and feeling like an idiot
woke up this morning thinking about how i used to have a favorite pen for journaling but now i dont even know where it is and it feels like everything i wrote in that journal just vanished with it, like that was my last connection to a me that felt whole and now all i have is an empty page and my phone with no names in it to call.
woke up this morning thinking about how i used to have a favorite pen for journaling but now i dont even know where it is and it feels like everything i wrote in that journal just vanished with it, like that was my last connection to a me that felt whole and now all i have is an empty page and my phone with no names in it to call.
घर वाले समझते नहीं कि मेरी दो बेटियों का होना ही मेरा सबसे बड़ा achievement है, और ये सुनते हुए कि कोई "आदमी" नहीं पैदा कर सकी, literally दिल तोड़ देता है, यार, इस बीच मेरी दोस्त पिछले महीने ही दुबई घूमकर आई और उसकी हर बात से ऐसा लगता है कि मैं literally यहाँ पर stuck हूँ।