so i finally went to the doctor after months of pretending the lump on my side was just my lunch getting really comfortable, and guess what? they told me it’s stage 3, and somehow that just feels like a really bad punchline to a joke i never wanted to hear in the first place. like, great, can i get an energy crystal to balance this stage 3 vibe or what?
some days i feel like my entire existence is just waiting for that small window of sunlight in our tiny, dark apartment, but instead it is just gray skies and old bills piling up, and my friends post their vacations and new jobs while i just stare at the same blank walls every day. my husband sleeps through the nightmares, and all i can do is hear him struggle silently, but i'm awake every night w...
शाम को कभी-कभी सोचती हूँ कि क्या घर में सबको मुझे भीख के जैसे कोई एहसान देना है, पर कोई समझता नहीं कि मुझे खुद को अकेले में रोने की ज़रूरत है। ऐसा लगता है कि सबके बीच रहते हुए खुद को समझाना भी मुश्किल है।
शाम को कभी-कभी सोचती हूँ कि क्या घर में सबको मुझे भीख के जैसे कोई एहसान देना है, पर कोई समझता नहीं कि मुझे खुद को अकेले में रोने की ज़रूरत है। ऐसा लगता है कि सबके बीच रहते हुए खुद को समझाना भी मुश्किल है।
scrolling through my old playlists and literally every song reminds me of a time that felt like forever ago, like, why did i let all that go. it is so weird to feel lonely surrounded by all these memories, i mean, i can’t even find anyone to share them with.