ngl, sab dosti waapas mil gayi thi jab shadiyaan hui thi, par ab main toh akeli hi ghar pe baithe hoon. last week toh main apni balcony mein khud se baatein kar rahi thi, jab ek bichara kachhua mere saamne aake jata, aur main samjhi, oh wow, isse toh better dosti hai. ab yeh news suna about that bombing, yaar, dosti nahi rahegi toh sab mohabbat dekhne ka maza bhi nahi hai. maybe is kachhue ke saat...
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i sometimes sit alone in my room, imagining what i would say if a miracle happened today— like finding a hidden letter with good news i never expected— and rehearsing my smile in the mirror, even though i know its all a fairy tale, but it’s this weird thrill to pretend just for a second, y’know? i wish my dreams could drown out the fear of disappointment, but instead, they wrap around me like an old sweater i’ve outgrown— a reminder that i’ll never be who i hoped i would be, and no one will come through that door holding the answers i’m too scared to ask for.
i sometimes sit alone in my room, imagining what i would say if a miracle happened today— like finding a hidden letter with good news i never expected— and rehearsing my smile in the mirror, even though i know its all a fairy tale, but it’s this weird thrill to pretend just for a second, y’know? i wish my dreams could drown out the fear of disappointment, but instead, they wrap around me like an old sweater i’ve outgrown— a reminder that i’ll never be who i hoped i would be, and no one will come through that door holding the answers i’m too scared to ask for.
last night, i stared at my spotify wrapped like it was a high school report card, but instead of grades, it laid out my entire life in playlists and sad breakup ballads. here i am, thirty-two years old, and my most-played song is still a nine-minute track about a long-dead relationship and self-loathing. how is it that my musical choices scream "help me" while my social media feeds insist i am thr...