yaar, aaj phir se chhoti si baat pe gussa ho gaya, roommate ki wajah se coffee spill hua desk pe aur koi samjhta nahi ki mere liye kitna important hai yeh cheezein clean rakhna. ghar pe toh bas wo mujhe sirf dekhte hain, jaise main toh koi student hoon jo 98% laake kuch samjh nahi pa raha.
sitting in my tiny apartment with the peeling paint, watching my friends post about promotions and vacations, while i just stare at my ceiling fan for hours thinking about how i used to make a decent salary and feel good about life, now i can barely make it to the bathroom without losing breath, and no one seems to even notice.
i was organizing old photos and found a picture of my mom’s favorite tea set and now i can’t stop thinking about how she kept saying she wanted to pass it down but i never asked for it, and it hurts because it was literally so easy to just say yes but i didn’t.
i was organizing old photos and found a picture of my mom’s favorite tea set and now i can’t stop thinking about how she kept saying she wanted to pass it down but i never asked for it, and it hurts because it was literally so easy to just say yes but i didn’t.
घर वाले समझते नहीं कि ये 98 परसेंट भी मेरे लिए फेल्योर है और मुझे ये हमेशा डराता है कि मैं कभी भी उनके उम्मीदों पर खरा नहीं उतर पाऊंगा.