یار، میرے والدین کی بات چیت نے مجھے ہمیشہ یہ سوچنے پر مجبور کیا کہ کیا میری قابلیت اتنی ہی کم ہے جتنا کہ انہوں نے مجھے نیلام کرنے کے دوران محسوس کروایا تھا۔
so my partner just gifted me ANOTHER bouquet of apology flowers for the 47th time — I swear if I get one more vase I might have to start a floral museum or just admit that my life has turned into a bizarre romcom where the plot twist is I never told anyone I am stuck in this absurd cycle of kindness and pain while wondering if there is a secret flower recycling program I can sign up for.
got this sympathy card today for my old name and the flowers were just as bad, like do they even realize what this feels like, it just feels so wrong, so so wrong.
got this sympathy card today for my old name and the flowers were just as bad, like do they even realize what this feels like, it just feels so wrong, so so wrong.
selling old furniture and random stuff on Facebook marketplace just to scrape together that extra two thousand for my kid's medication is beyond frustrating like how is this even happening when houses cost more than a car and nobody seems to care that im drowning in all of this, it feels so hopeless sometimes