just sat down to check my account and saw the negative balance glaring at me again, rent is due next week and all i can think about is the three books on my shelf that i promised myself i would get to but now i cant even afford to fill my gas tank to get to the library to borrow more, its like all those little decisions have piled up to make me feel this sinking weight in my chest.
मेरे पिता हमेशा काम में व्यस्त रहते थे और मैं जानता था कि उन्हें भी मुझे याद करने का समय नहीं मिलता था। जब वे लौटे, तो मैं अजनबी की तरह महसूस कर रहा था, जैसे हमने सब कुछ खो दिया हो, और अब वो अकेले उस घर में हैं जो उन्होंने मेरी खुशियों के लिए बनाया।
my sibling opened credit cards in my name and my parents want me to forgive them because—family means you can steal your brother's identity and still get hugs at holidays, right?
my sibling opened credit cards in my name and my parents want me to forgive them because—family means you can steal your brother's identity and still get hugs at holidays, right?
sitting here scrolling through old playlists and all these songs remind me of late nights in that dingy basement where everything felt possible—now it just feels like an echo, and i realize i do not know where those people are anymore. sometimes it hits hard that i cannot even find a number to call because they are all fading away, like the words of those songs that used to feel like home.