इस कमरे में चार लोग बैठे हैं और सबकी बातें सुनाई दे रही हैं, बस एक ही चाहत है थोड़ी देर अकेले रहूं। अब सोचता हूं कि पिछले महीने जो ट्रेनिंग सेमिनार गया था, वहाँ की बातें सुनकर सबकी सफलता से और चिढ़ होती है।
sitting on my worn couch, bingeing another cooking show, the smell of my neighbors’ dinner drifts in while my fridge is empty. they’re whipping up gourmet meals and im just here scrolling through endless recipes for instant ramen.
so my whole childhood was apparently funded by my parent's secret money crimes and now the whole life i've lived feels like one long episode of a sitcom gone wrong, like picture me realizing the only real gift from my past was a collection of awkward family photos taken in front of the bank my parent was robbing as i sat there posing in my sailor suit thinking it was just a beach day or something... like how do i even explain that to a therapist or do i just show them the photos?
so my whole childhood was apparently funded by my parent's secret money crimes and now the whole life i've lived feels like one long episode of a sitcom gone wrong, like picture me realizing the only real gift from my past was a collection of awkward family photos taken in front of the bank my parent was robbing as i sat there posing in my sailor suit thinking it was just a beach day or something... like how do i even explain that to a therapist or do i just show them the photos?
sometimes i feel like i miss out on my own life while sitting in that room. like the world is just moving on without me and all i do is sit there wishing it would be different, but i don't know if i have the strength to change it.