sitting on a bench by the park with my book that i don't even read while everyone else seems to have it together and goes on their jogs or meets for brunch like i am literally stuck in this waiting room of life with no direction no plan and i just have to pretend to smile and nod while counting the hours until i can go back to a shelter that feels more like a time-out than a home.
i still think about the time i chose to stay quiet when someone really needed me to speak up. honestly, it was just easier to look away, but that feeling of regret just lingers, you know?
घर वाले समझते नहीं कि मेरी ज़िंदगी बस एक गलती है — हर दिन खुद को डूबते हुए देखने का डर होता है। क्या मैं इस भीड़ में अकेला हूँ या कोई और है जो ऐसा महसूस करता है?
घर वाले समझते नहीं कि मेरी ज़िंदगी बस एक गलती है — हर दिन खुद को डूबते हुए देखने का डर होता है। क्या मैं इस भीड़ में अकेला हूँ या कोई और है जो ऐसा महसूस करता है?
forgot to pay the water bill because i thought it was next week but now the plants are wilting and i can hear the neighbors complaining about my garden again. just wish i had time to fix this before it becomes another thing they gossip about, ugh.