i was just thinking about how i used to collect stamps and now they are sitting in a dusty box because life got too loud and now i never open that box anymore even though the memories are like — right there.
literally just spent half an hour scrolling through my entire contact list at 2 am looking for someone to call and like no one feels right. how is it possible to have 347 contacts and not one person to talk to without feeling like a burden, honestly?
तुम्हारे साथ कुछ हो रहा था - अब सब बदल गया है। कोई बात नहीं की, पर अब मैं lunch में अकेली रहती हूँ और promotion का सपना दूर लगता है - घर वाले समझते नहीं।
तुम्हारे साथ कुछ हो रहा था - अब सब बदल गया है। कोई बात नहीं की, पर अब मैं lunch में अकेली रहती हूँ और promotion का सपना दूर लगता है - घर वाले समझते नहीं।
sitting in this cramped studio apartment that smells like old takeout and paint, watching friends move into nice houses with their perfect jobs, and here i am at my desk — still trying to process that my whole childhood was basically built on lies and fraud — i hate this place, i hate feeling stuck in this bubble while everyone else seems to float by like it means nothing.