so i just spent an hour looking for my favorite pen that i haven't used in months and i'm just sitting here wondering why it matters so much, like, is it the pen or the idea that i could be *writing* something meaningful, literally anywhere, instead of scrolling through old notes?
i just stood in the mirror, staring at my reflection, thinking about how i forgot to buy new clothes and now these old ones fit even worse, but somehow spending money on that feels impossible when i think about how my couch is my only companion in this space for another week
literally can't remember the last time i felt like a normal person, like, some days the only thing i do is find the right kind of plastic cutlery for hospital food. और लोग काम में बिजी हैं, घर वाले समझते नहीं, वो बस पैसे भेजते हैं.
literally can't remember the last time i felt like a normal person, like, some days the only thing i do is find the right kind of plastic cutlery for hospital food. और लोग काम में बिजी हैं, घर वाले समझते नहीं, वो बस पैसे भेजते हैं.
i sit on my tiny balcony watching my neighbors’ perfectly curated lives. they throw parties and laugh while my plants wilt and i scroll through job listings for anything that doesn’t hurt my back just thinking about it...