so today i found an expired coupon for an ice cream place that closed two years ago, and like what is my life, searching through papers for my motivation only to find a piece of trash that was once a sweet treat but is now just a reminder that i have failed at dessert and life, so yay productive day for my brain.
i spent the last week imagining what my life would be like if i just picked up and left everything behind, like i never did, and it’s haunting me because i am so tired of being grateful for things i don’t actually want.
so there i am at the grocery store—my heart’s racing, my palms are sweaty, and i forgot why i even walked in but now i’m doing this weird slow-motion dodge around the salad section like it’s a minefield—meanwhile some lady is casually judging me for not picking out fresh arugula like it's life or death or something and i'm just trying not to spiral into a full meltdown over an avocado.
so there i am at the grocery store—my heart’s racing, my palms are sweaty, and i forgot why i even walked in but now i’m doing this weird slow-motion dodge around the salad section like it’s a minefield—meanwhile some lady is casually judging me for not picking out fresh arugula like it's life or death or something and i'm just trying not to spiral into a full meltdown over an avocado.
زندگی کی سادگی پر لوگ بہت باتیں کرتے ہیں لیکن جب آپ کے دوست بغیر محنت کے آگے بڑھ رہے ہوں اور آپ ایک چائے کی دکان پر بیٹھے ہوں تو ایسا لگتا ہے جیسے سب کچھ ختم ہو گیا ہے، یار، کوئی سمجھتا نہیں کہ رات کی دو بجے میرے پاس چوتھائی پیسہ بھی نہیں ہوتا اور بس بیس روپے کی چائے لے کر بیٹھ جاتا ہوں.