sometimes i wonder if all my friends have just been waiting for me to mess up enough so they can jump ship, like its some unspoken competition. its not even the leaving that stings, but the realization that i always thought we were more than that.
sometimes i find myself staring at the walls and wondering if the ghosts of my past are watching me make the same dumb mistakes — maybe they're just waiting for me to finally see the truth about everything, but i think i would rather stay lost in the noise than face what that might be. like, is living in denial really so bad when it means a few more moments of quiet in a world that feels too loud?
sometimes i find myself daydreaming about being somewhere far away while pretending to listen to my parent talk about things that are fading from their mind—like somehow escaping to a world that is not slipping away, where things still make sense, and i am not stuck in this endless loop of forgetfulness.
sometimes i find myself daydreaming about being somewhere far away while pretending to listen to my parent talk about things that are fading from their mind—like somehow escaping to a world that is not slipping away, where things still make sense, and i am not stuck in this endless loop of forgetfulness.
यार, मतलब समझो ना, जब मम्मी और पापा ने मेरा दहेज़ सेट किया तो लगा जैसे किसी मवेशी बाजार में खड़ी हूँ, सामान और सोने के वादे सुनते-सुनते सिर चक्कर करने लगा। कोई समझता नहीं, जैसे यह सिर्फ सामान है, मैं भी तो कोई प्यारे से गधे का बकरा नहीं हूँ...