so this one time, i was at a friend's house and spilled a drink on their laptop, like completely soaked it and panicked and started blaming their cat for knocking it over. obviously, the cat was on the other side of the room and everyone knew i just made a total fool of myself, but the silence after was the worst part.
just got home and saw my old school yearbook lying around. saw my photo and couldn't help but think how all my hopes felt so heavy but light at the same time, like i wanted to do everything but ended up doing nothing, sometimes i wonder if nostalgia is just a fancy word for regret and how i took a path that made me so disconnected from who i was supposed to be, يار کوئی سمجھتا نہیں۔
some days i just sit and think about how it feels like the world is moving on without me, like i’m in this weird pause while everyone else is posting their lives online. meanwhile, my biggest achievement is keeping my plants alive another week and hoping no one asks me about my feelings.
some days i just sit and think about how it feels like the world is moving on without me, like i’m in this weird pause while everyone else is posting their lives online. meanwhile, my biggest achievement is keeping my plants alive another week and hoping no one asks me about my feelings.
i watched my neighbor, the one with the perfect lawn and new car, post about their vacation while i just sat on my couch wondering if i can stretch these leftovers another day. my place is nice enough but it always feels like a box of loneliness, you know?