so i spent literally all day working on this art piece, convinced it was genius, then i showed it to my friend and she asked if it was a joke and now i cant decide if i should quit art or just change my name to bad joke.
cleaned my kitchen counter today and it somehow felt like an accomplishment. looking around at the mess everywhere else just reminded me of how alone it gets when you try to tidy up a life that's not quite together.
रात में आँखों के सामने वही पुरानी यादें आ जाती हैं जब मैंने पापा को वो किताबें खरीदने के लिए मना किया था क्योंकि पैसे नहीं थे। कोई समझता नहीं, अब भी हर महीने वही टेंशन।
रात में आँखों के सामने वही पुरानी यादें आ जाती हैं जब मैंने पापा को वो किताबें खरीदने के लिए मना किया था क्योंकि पैसे नहीं थे। कोई समझता नहीं, अब भी हर महीने वही टेंशन।
just spent an hour scrolling through my contacts at 2am like literally hoping someone would magically appear who could handle my weirdness but every name felt like a weight instead of a lifeline, just me, a phone, and a lot of silence. thinking about the last time i reached out to someone and it went nowhere, like i was already fading away before my own eyes.