i keep thinking about that time i let my friend take the fall for something i did, and now every time i see them, it feels like a weight i can't shake off, like they are still paying for my mistake.
سنا ہے کہ دنیا میں سب کچھ بیچنے کے لیے ہے، مگر جب میں نے اپنی پسندیدہ کتابیں بیچیں، تو کچھ نہ ملا۔ بس وہ خوشیوں کی باتیں، یادیں اور خواب، پیسہ تو کچرے کے برابر ہی رہ گیا۔
just ran into my old art teacher at the coffee shop and literally could not remember her name so i just kept smiling and saying "you" like i was trying to be cool but inside i was dying because she caught me staring at the bulletin board for a solid five minutes debating if i wanted a muffin or a scone or both.