so they had a team meeting where we all had to share our favorite childhood memory after the grief counselor left, like, what kind of sadistic twist is that? just trying to suppress my existential dread while reminiscing about making mud pies like that’ll help my coworkers process a tragedy.
so i literally just spent an hour cleaning my whole sock drawer and now i am feeling like i just achieved something great in life while my brain is screaming about the existential dread of basically having nothing else figured out at all.
scrolling through my old contacts, saw a name i used to call at least once a week, thought about how many times i meant to reach out but then did nothing, now it's just an empty void of screens and just feeling like if i sent a text it would be like throwing a bottle into the ocean, no one is out there to find it, which is weird because i know i have the number but…
scrolling through my old contacts, saw a name i used to call at least once a week, thought about how many times i meant to reach out but then did nothing, now it's just an empty void of screens and just feeling like if i sent a text it would be like throwing a bottle into the ocean, no one is out there to find it, which is weird because i know i have the number but…
yaar, kal मैंने एक जगह देखा कि लोग अपने नाम पढ़ रहे थे और मुझे समझ में आया कि मैंने कभी अपने नाम की स्पेलिंग नहीं देखी, इसको कोई समझता नहीं. फिर भी लोग शादी के लिए बीवियाँ मांगते हैं जैसे घर में सामान।