یہاں سب لوگ خوش ہیں اور میں کھڑکی کے پاس بیٹھ کر بس سکوت میں ہوں۔ کوئی سمجھتا نہیں کہ گھر والے خوشی چاہتے ہیں، پر میرے اندر سب کچھ ٹوٹ رہا ہے۔
so after 18 months of fighting a shadow identity crisis where some stranger’s living my best life on credit, I finally realize that no matter how many forms I fill out, I still just can’t outrun the fact that my existence has become a really bad episode of a documentary no one wants to watch.
i keep looking at my bookshelf and realizing how many books i bought thinking they would change my life but now they just sit there gathering dust, sometimes i remember a line or two and think maybe that means something but mostly they just feel like lost opportunities to connect with myself or...something, i guess.
i keep looking at my bookshelf and realizing how many books i bought thinking they would change my life but now they just sit there gathering dust, sometimes i remember a line or two and think maybe that means something but mostly they just feel like lost opportunities to connect with myself or...something, i guess.
woke up at 7 am and the shelter kicked me out, spent the whole day wandering around the same coffee shop pretending to write a novel like a modern day existentialist. funny how i never wanted to be a nomad but here i am, crafting stories in my head while really just looking for somewhere to plug my phone in for five minutes...