scrolling through my contacts feels pointless now, i used to have so many people i could reach out to but lately it feels like nobody actually gets it or even wants to try, even the friend i lost touch with wouldn't even reply anymore so i guess it just leaves me talking to the walls at the nursing home instead.
घर वाले समझते नहीं, bas ek hi baar bola tha ki मुझे male बच्चा चाहिए, और सब कुछ गड़बड़ हो गया, दिमाग ख़राब है।
i keep finding myself staring at the ceiling, wondering how many sheets of paper it would take to make a life. 18 months for a person and a lifetime of wondering why some lives get measured in years and some in paperwork.
i keep finding myself staring at the ceiling, wondering how many sheets of paper it would take to make a life. 18 months for a person and a lifetime of wondering why some lives get measured in years and some in paperwork.
i honestly thought deleting social media would help me feel better but now i feel so disconnected, like a ghost in my own life. i miss knowing the small things, the little wins people have but nobody really calls to tell you those anymore.