i just spent an entire day wandering aimlessly through the city pretending to be busy while my stomach rumbled like crazy, like why do we treat human beings like disposable resources, how is no one outraged, outraged at this madness, this endless cycle of waiting and faking and exhausting nonsense.
मेरे दोस्त ने मुझसे बात करना बंद कर दिया और अब उसकी याद में बस ये मैसेज नहीं भेजा, वो लगा है कि किसी को समझने की जरुरत नहीं है और खाली कॉन्टैक्ट लिस्ट देखते हुए बस ये सोचता हूँ कि क्या गलती थी मेरी।
yaar, matlab samjho na, five attempts and all i got is a rejection letter. घर वाले समझते नहीं, and now i just sit here wondering what the hell happened to my dreams.
yaar, matlab samjho na, five attempts and all i got is a rejection letter. घर वाले समझते नहीं, and now i just sit here wondering what the hell happened to my dreams.
just spent an hour organizing my spice rack like some kind of culinary general and when i finished i realized that one of the bottles was actually just an empty jar labeled "cumin" — what does that even say about my life choices, like do i have a spice identity crisis now?