so here i am trying to relearn how to hold a fork like it’s a delicate peace treaty, while people act like my stroke is an unwanted plot twist in a really bad sitcom — it’s like, yeah, surprise, the universe has a sense of humor and it’s a real jerk sometimes.
i sometimes wonder if my life would be better if i just started leaving random stuff behind - like taking my favorite mug and putting it in the wrong place or giving away a book that has memories tied to it - then maybe it would help with this weight i feel from all the things that just keep piling up, you know? but then i think what if i can't ever find the courage to actually let go.
so i deleted all my social media to stop the chaos but now i’m just sitting here like a forgotten pizza in a broken vending machine, totally out of the loop and waiting for someone to throw me a slice of life. like do my friends even remember i exist or am i just an imaginary friend they deleted from their group chats?
so i deleted all my social media to stop the chaos but now i’m just sitting here like a forgotten pizza in a broken vending machine, totally out of the loop and waiting for someone to throw me a slice of life. like do my friends even remember i exist or am i just an imaginary friend they deleted from their group chats?
yaar, matlab samjho na, everyone around me is moving forward with jobs and promotions, while i'm stuck in this tiny apartment counting coins for groceries, घर वाले समझते नहीं why I did not take the engineering route and now I watch my friends travel and have fun without a care in the world.