yaar, matlab samjho na, 98 percent mila and ghar wale puchte hain wo 2 marks kahan gaye, seriously kab tak chalega ye perfection ka chakkar, 26 years old ho gayi hoon aur abhi bhi lagta hai 100 percent nahi toh kuch nahi, kisi ko samajh nahi aata! literally ghar ka kabhi haal nahi poochte, bas marks hi yaad hain, like zindagi kya khudayi hai!
so my dad just lost his retirement savings to some guy claiming to be me and honestly it feels like i just walked into a really terrible comedy sketch where the punchline is my childhood dreams of him leaving me a better inheritance.
matlab yaar, kabhi kabhi toh lagta hai ki sab log plastic ke ban gaye hain, asli emotion kisi ko nahi dikhta. मेरे घर के लोग बस सोने खाते हैं, नहीं समझते कि इमोशन भी ज़रूरी है.
matlab yaar, kabhi kabhi toh lagta hai ki sab log plastic ke ban gaye hain, asli emotion kisi ko nahi dikhta. मेरे घर के लोग बस सोने खाते हैं, नहीं समझते कि इमोशन भी ज़रूरी है.
got to the grocery store just to stare at the shelves and realize i forgot what i even needed, like somehow none of it mattered anymore, just an endless cycle of grabbing random things and still coming home empty-handed.