i keep thinking about that time i found her old letters in the attic and just... never opened them. now i regret not reading them before everything changed, like maybe they held something important i needed to hear.
so i was on hold with customer service for what felt like a lifetime just to get them to email me a password reset for an account i haven't accessed in ages and the automated voice kept saying my call was important, like lady i get that but so is my mother possibly having a brain melt across the globe and all i want is a functional login and somehow that's the harder thing to accomplish than space...
nobody texts me anymore, like i scroll through my contacts and it hits me, i mean really hits me, how empty everything feels, even when i put on a smile, no one to share that thought about the way companies suck, you know, they just expect freshers to jump through hoops and it gets lonelier, and like, yaar, matlab samjho na, कितना अजीब है।
nobody texts me anymore, like i scroll through my contacts and it hits me, i mean really hits me, how empty everything feels, even when i put on a smile, no one to share that thought about the way companies suck, you know, they just expect freshers to jump through hoops and it gets lonelier, and like, yaar, matlab samjho na, कितना अजीब है।
i keep looking at the spot where their toys used to be and wondering why i can’t just throw them away, like it’s some sort of shrine to everything that was lost and nobody even remembers anymore. it just feels so heavy and empty and why does it feel wrong to want it all to disappear.