the other day i realized my hair dryer sounds exactly like my dad when he got mad, so now i can’t blow dry my hair without basically having a panic attack while looking like i’m auditioning for a bad soap opera. like great, can i at least just style my hair without the flashbacks and the emotional plot twists?
literally just realized that the one thing i always wanted was a garden but honestly never got around to planting anything and now i feel like time is just slipping away from me yaar, matlab samjho na, घर वाले समझते नहीं.
sometimes i wish i could just erase the look on their faces when i told them, like why did it have to feel like they were saying goodbye to a ghost instead of just seeing me for me, me still here but feeling invisible.
sometimes i wish i could just erase the look on their faces when i told them, like why did it have to feel like they were saying goodbye to a ghost instead of just seeing me for me, me still here but feeling invisible.
so i was in the middle of a yoga class and decided to try this new pose but totally lost my balance and ended up kicking over someone’s water bottle, it spilled everywhere - so embarrassing, and now i think they were really mad at me, like did they even come to yoga to meditate or to judge me?