so i told my aunt about this really weird thing that happened at the mall, and she just goes "what were you wearing?" like i’m 11 and she’s suddenly turned this trauma into a fashion critique. honestly, just reminded me that literally NO one wants to know what happened if it doesn’t come with a side of questionable style choices.
scrolling through my contacts tonight felt like a graveyard, every name just a reminder of silence. lost touch with everyone, but the worst is knowing my mom is there and i can't just pick up the phone.
i literally just found myself regretting not asking my neighbor if they ever finished that crazy mural on their garage even though i have no idea why it even matters to me at all, like why is that my biggest worry right now, honestly.
i literally just found myself regretting not asking my neighbor if they ever finished that crazy mural on their garage even though i have no idea why it even matters to me at all, like why is that my biggest worry right now, honestly.
घर वाले समझते नहीं, जब देखती हूँ उन अजनबी मुस्कानों को जो हर जगह होती हैं। बस यही ख्याल आता है कि हर बार उन्हें खुश देखकर खुद को और भी अकेला महसूस करती हूँ।