i keep finding myself staring at the empty shelf in the living room where i was gonna put all the framed photos, but now it just feels wrong. every time i dust it i think about what was supposed to be there and i hate that its just a reminder of what never happened.
just checked my bank account and saw I am five dollars short for rent this month after bills and groceries and I had to pause because it is so stressful to think about how it seems like every plan I make just crumbles to dust and now I cannot afford to breathe.
yaar, matlab samjho na, just checked my account and i am literally twenty rupees short for the rent again, kya karoon, ghar wale understand nahi karte, bolte hain kya khaata hai bas but kabhi toh dekhein na i need a miracle now.
yaar, matlab samjho na, just checked my account and i am literally twenty rupees short for the rent again, kya karoon, ghar wale understand nahi karte, bolte hain kya khaata hai bas but kabhi toh dekhein na i need a miracle now.
just spent half an hour staring at my contacts and couldn’t bring myself to call anyone, felt stupid thinking about how it used to be so easy to reach out but now i just sit with this heavy loneliness like it’s another shift i can’t escape from, guess some things just fade away.