i still remember the smell of the old library from when i spent hours hiding in the stacks instead of going to class, now sometimes i wonder if i would have been happier if i just went back and tried harder to fit in with everyone else instead of becoming a ghost.
یار، ایک بار میں نے اپنے دوست کو گروپ چیٹ میں میسیج بھیجا کہ "میں نے صرف چائے بنائی ہے" لیکن غلطی سے وہ میسیج اپنے سکول کے پرنسپل کو بھیج دیا۔ وہ کتنی خاموشی سے پھر سے نام لکھنے کے بارے میں سوچ رہے تھے، سب کی آنکھیں مجھ پر تھیں۔
woke up today and my mirror reminded me I am an illegal version of myself - like my whole existence is a bad reality show with terrible ratings but they keep airing it anyway - and sometimes I laugh because if I don’t I might just break down in a grocery store and start sobbing over produce that looks fresher than my sense of freedom.
woke up today and my mirror reminded me I am an illegal version of myself - like my whole existence is a bad reality show with terrible ratings but they keep airing it anyway - and sometimes I laugh because if I don’t I might just break down in a grocery store and start sobbing over produce that looks fresher than my sense of freedom.
sat on my couch in this tiny apartment, and all my friends seem to be thriving with their houses and fancy jobs while I’m stuck in this dead-end job making just enough to get by, it just feels like every time I try to make something of myself, the universe is like nah, you get to stay in the same cycle of waiting for rent to be due and dreaming of a future that feels out of reach, like, how did th...