i once thought about buying a small island just to escape everything but then i sat there for days thinking about what i would even do with it and realized it would just be another way to feel trapped somewhere else.
i woke up and realized that i had spent more time cleaning the bathroom than actually thinking about my life choices and it made me wonder if i would rather scrub floors than confront the mess in my head.
जितनी मेहनत कर रहा हूँ, उतना ही मंथन चल रहा है कि एक बड़ी चाय भी नहीं खरीद पा रहा। जैसे बस जिऊंगा बस जिऊंगा, लेकिन कोई समझता नहीं।
जितनी मेहनत कर रहा हूँ, उतना ही मंथन चल रहा है कि एक बड़ी चाय भी नहीं खरीद पा रहा। जैसे बस जिऊंगा बस जिऊंगा, लेकिन कोई समझता नहीं।
got this sympathy card with my old name on it, and it feels like a punch in the gut, you know? like how do you mourn a life that no longer feels like yours while everyone just sends flowers and condolences for someone who isn't really gone but also kind of is?