sitting in my tiny apartment, staring at my unfinished painting while my friend posts their perfect mural online. feels like every brushstroke i make is just another reminder of how stuck i am, the canvas never coming out right while their art looks effortless, effortless like they don’t even know the word panic.
sometimes i think about how the last time i laughed with my buddy, he was cracking jokes about our stupid training exercises. now im just left with all these ridiculous memories while trying to figure out how to explain to people that 22 a day is not just some number, its a joke with a punchline i never wanted to hear.
एक बार मैं मीटिंग में बोलते बोलते ये कह दिया कि "बिजनेस को लेके इतने सारे लोग सिर्फ सस्ती कॉपी कर रहे हैं" और सब हंसने लगे क्योंकि मैंने सच में ये समझ लिया था कि कोई भी नया नहीं है।
एक बार मैं मीटिंग में बोलते बोलते ये कह दिया कि "बिजनेस को लेके इतने सारे लोग सिर्फ सस्ती कॉपी कर रहे हैं" और सब हंसने लगे क्योंकि मैंने सच में ये समझ लिया था कि कोई भी नया नहीं है।
i said yes to trying out for the dance team and now i can't stop thinking about how bad i will be like what if i freeze on stage or forget the moves - this is probably the dumbest decision ever and now i am already planning to drop out before it even starts.