so my parent dies and instead of mourning, my siblings are squabbling over who gets the most mismatched porcelain cats and like, i never thought i would feel more disrespected by inanimate objects but here we are, can we just honor the deceased instead of fighting over the junk like it’s the last cookie in the jar?
just stood in front of my closet staring at all these clothes i bought on a whim and i can't even remember the last time i wore half of them – like what was i thinking spending money on things i barely use while my bike has a flat tire and i just keep putting off getting it fixed, ugh
sitting in my tiny apartment with peeling paint, i scroll through posts of my old classmates on vacations, buying houses, living their best lives, while i can barely keep the plants alive, and that voice in my head never stops reminding me of what my mom said, like a never-ending soundtrack to my failures.
sitting in my tiny apartment with peeling paint, i scroll through posts of my old classmates on vacations, buying houses, living their best lives, while i can barely keep the plants alive, and that voice in my head never stops reminding me of what my mom said, like a never-ending soundtrack to my failures.
honestly, i found an old playlist that reminded me of late night drives and feeling alive, now it's just silence and scrolling through contacts but nobody gets it, like yaar, matlab samjho na, kaise kisi ko kuch nahi batata. घर वाले समझते नहीं, the loneliness is just so loud.