was cleaning out the pantry and found a half-eaten bag of snacks from a party two years ago—forgot they were even there but also—there was something about it that felt so sad like even the food is old now and nobody even bothered to finish it.
sat in my tiny kitchen today and the neighbor started grilling in the yard while the smell wafted in, literally made my mouth water, but all i have is this stale cereal. it just hit me like, everyone is thriving around me while i struggle to get out of bed some days, feel so stuck in this weird place like i am watching a whole other life.
रात को मैं बिना खाए सो गया, पर मुझे नींद नहीं आई. घर वाले समझते नहीं कि मैं कितना थक चुका हूँ, बस थोड़ा अकेलापन है.
रात को मैं बिना खाए सो गया, पर मुझे नींद नहीं आई. घर वाले समझते नहीं कि मैं कितना थक चुका हूँ, बस थोड़ा अकेलापन है.
just saw my neighbor post about their promotion and fancy dinner last night and here i am, eating instant noodles in my studio with no real plan. every time i think about how i barely scrape by at my part time job, it just hits harder seeing people flaunt their successes like they just appeared from nowhere.