yaar, matlab samjho na, mera ek dost hai jo achhe achhe restaurants me khana khata hai, jabki main apne chhote se apartment me instant noodles se zindagi guzar raha hoon, aur ghar wale aaj bhi samajhte hain ke bus paet ka problem hai, unhe kya pata ke asli problem kya hai, koi samajhta nahi, sabko sirf success dikh raha hai.
so i just realized i can no longer walk to the park without feeling everyone's eyes judging me and my kid like we’re a walking billboard for something terrible. how is it that one little person can turn your whole neighborhood into a place where you feel like an outcast?
just found out my 12 pack of expired ramen was still good so i made some and my kid just coughed up a lung like it was a moldy magical experience, i swear i could sell it as a new trend, cough-chic cuisine or something, gotta pitch it at my landlord's next brunch, really living the dream here.
just found out my 12 pack of expired ramen was still good so i made some and my kid just coughed up a lung like it was a moldy magical experience, i swear i could sell it as a new trend, cough-chic cuisine or something, gotta pitch it at my landlord's next brunch, really living the dream here.
sometimes i wish i could just walk away—like, not a goodbye, just vanish for a bit but then the guilt creeps in and all i can do is keep moving, keep pretending everything is fine, even when it is so far from it. my siblings think sending a card is enough, like thoughts can fill the empty nights i spend awake.