just spent the whole day organizing my books — went through old favorites and found the one i never finished because the cover looked different and i was too afraid to admit it — now i am staring at the shelf and wondering if that is what my life has become, collecting stories that never truly connect anymore
یار، میں آج اپنے کھاتے کی جانچ کر رہا تھا اور بس یہ سوچ رہا تھا کہ اگلے ہفتے کی روٹی اور سبزی خریدنے کا پیسہ نہیں ہے، کوئی سمجھتا نہیں۔
sometimes i wish i could just let my body give out completely so people would finally believe me that something is wrong, but instead i just keep pretending i am fine while the pain wears me down a little more each day.
sometimes i wish i could just let my body give out completely so people would finally believe me that something is wrong, but instead i just keep pretending i am fine while the pain wears me down a little more each day.
some days i sit in my tiny apartment, scrolling through success stories of others finding matches, feeling like im in a never-ending game show but im not even on the stage. last night my friend texted about her new kitchen remodel, and i just stared at the paint swatches on the wall wondering how i got here while my savings keep dwindling, counting each missed call from the transplant team like it...