ran into a person i swore i would never face again, smiled and acted like everything was fine while my heart raced with regret for never saying what i needed to say - now i am stuck replaying the whole thing and feeling like a coward for being so fake.
my sibling opened credit cards in my name and my parents said to just forgive them because, you know, FAMILY, so now i guess my identity crisis comes with monthly statements and bonus offers, at least my new credit score is just as dysfunctional as our family dynamics.
घर वाले समझते नहीं, मैं तीन हफ्ते से अस्पताल की फर्श पर सो रहा हूँ—अब मेरे बैंक बैलेंस में मुश्किल से कुछ ही बचा है और पता नहीं अगली बार कब पैसे भेजेंगे—चाहे क्या हो, बस कुछ नहीं कह सकता।
घर वाले समझते नहीं, मैं तीन हफ्ते से अस्पताल की फर्श पर सो रहा हूँ—अब मेरे बैंक बैलेंस में मुश्किल से कुछ ही बचा है और पता नहीं अगली बार कब पैसे भेजेंगे—चाहे क्या हो, बस कुछ नहीं कह सकता।
i just spent 9 months on a waiting list for therapy and the crisis hotline told me they are "currently busy" like i’m trying to order a latte and not, you know, unraveling like a sweater on a cat’s claw — maybe i should just start a support group for waiting for support, the irony is just wild at this point