so my fridge literally gave up on me and now it just hums this sad tune like it knows it’s been replaced by takeout. like thanks for reminding me that even appliances have a breaking point while my life is still chugging along on this outdated model.
people keep saying at least i had them but they don't get it. i didn’t have half of me anymore, i lost me, lost us, and it just hurts so much.
so here i am, standing outside the shelter for the 30th time today like i am a tour guide for absolutely no one, just casually pretending to have deep conversations with the pigeons while secretly plotting a heist to steal my own lunch from that one corner store because why would i ever actually leave the place when the only plan is to be lost in the city with no destination and no one even asks where i have been, just another day in this lovely bureaucratic hell of pretending to have a purpose as the sun plays tricks on my sanity like it's auditioning for a sitcom or something, ugh
so here i am, standing outside the shelter for the 30th time today like i am a tour guide for absolutely no one, just casually pretending to have deep conversations with the pigeons while secretly plotting a heist to steal my own lunch from that one corner store because why would i ever actually leave the place when the only plan is to be lost in the city with no destination and no one even asks where i have been, just another day in this lovely bureaucratic hell of pretending to have a purpose as the sun plays tricks on my sanity like it's auditioning for a sitcom or something, ugh
yaar, matlab samjho na, finally got that education loan for MS in America—now I am stuck between a job that won’t come and the EMIs that keep haunting me, like every bad decision I have made.