so i thought for sure my plant was dead after a week of neglect but i just checked and it’s somehow still green, i almost shed a tear at the miracle of it because i was sure i was a plant killer, like, how did this little guy survive, guess the sun does something even when i’m ignoring it.
life is hard, yaar. i literally walk past my friends who just bought houses and i am still in this tiny apartment, barely making rent, और घर वाले समझते नहीं कि ये सब कैसे होता है।
bumped into that guy i used to hang out with and had to pretend like everything was cool when really i still remember that one night he told me i was too sensitive and i just smiled while my insides twisted.
bumped into that guy i used to hang out with and had to pretend like everything was cool when really i still remember that one night he told me i was too sensitive and i just smiled while my insides twisted.
sitting here in my tiny apartment with the same peeling paint, watching my friends travel to these beautiful places while my days blur into one endless cycle of feeding and changing and hoping for sleep, and my salary barely covers the bills so my idea of a vacation is just sitting in the same room, scrolling past pictures of their sun-soaked smiles and wishing things felt lighter than they do rig...