sometimes i look at the sketchbooks piled in the corner and remember when i used to draw every day, now i scroll for hours instead and the ideas just gather dust like a reminder of who i forgot to be.
why did i say yes to that workshop about self-improvement when all i really want is to improve my ability to procrastinate without guilt? now im sitting here stressed about a whole day of “be your best self” while i can hardly be my half-decent self.
literally just checked my bank account and i have less than twenty rupees left after paying the electricity bill, honestly thought maybe i could finally treat myself to that one thing i wanted but now i cannot even afford the bus fare, yaar, matlab samjho na, क्या करूँ मैं.
literally just checked my bank account and i have less than twenty rupees left after paying the electricity bill, honestly thought maybe i could finally treat myself to that one thing i wanted but now i cannot even afford the bus fare, yaar, matlab samjho na, क्या करूँ मैं.
yaar, matlab samjho na, just checked my account and it’s like - where did all my money go? groceries are ridiculous but now I can't even afford that wedding gift, और घर वाले समझते नहीं.