so the hospital calls me before my oncologist does and the first question is literally "what's your insurance" like, thanks for the warm welcome to the cancer club, you know, maybe ask how i am before diving into the billing dept, i mean talk about priorities, right?
so apparently my emotional support cactus just died, and now i have to mourn the loss of my only stable relationship in this chaotic life while the universe throws billboards in my face about how much greener everything else is. ironic right, a succulent turning to dust when my actual problems are bigger than that — like how i can never seem to keep anything alive long enough to really enjoy it.
so this one time, i was at a friend's house and spilled a drink on their laptop, like completely soaked it and panicked and started blaming their cat for knocking it over. obviously, the cat was on the other side of the room and everyone knew i just made a total fool of myself, but the silence after was the worst part.
so this one time, i was at a friend's house and spilled a drink on their laptop, like completely soaked it and panicked and started blaming their cat for knocking it over. obviously, the cat was on the other side of the room and everyone knew i just made a total fool of myself, but the silence after was the worst part.
just got home and saw my old school yearbook lying around. saw my photo and couldn't help but think how all my hopes felt so heavy but light at the same time, like i wanted to do everything but ended up doing nothing, sometimes i wonder if nostalgia is just a fancy word for regret and how i took a path that made me so disconnected from who i was supposed to be, يار کوئی سمجھتا نہیں۔