been trying to reach the floor where the mailboxes are for weeks now, think i am developing an emotional attachment to the delivery guy. he probably thinks i am some kind of weird hermit but like, how do you explain that your apartment has basically turned into a prison, not like anyone would really get it anyway…
بہت پیسے بچانے کی کوشش کر رہی ہوں پر پتہ نہیں کیوں میرے بجٹ سے ہمیشہ کمی رہتی ہے—صبح کی چائے تک میں نے خود سے سوال کیا کہ کیسے یہ رقم کام کرے گی جب اگلے مہینے کا کرایہ آ رہا ہے اور کچھ خرچے بھی—کبھی کبھی سوچتی ہوں کہ کس طرح یہ سب برداشت کر سکتی ہوں۔
i keep seeing everyone in my apartment complex throwing these elaborate brunches on sundays and i am just here reheating last week's leftovers on a tiny plate. sometimes i wish i could just join them, but then i remember how much those fancy eggs cost and how my whole weekend budget is one overpriced coffee and the latest episode of that show everyone talks about.
i keep seeing everyone in my apartment complex throwing these elaborate brunches on sundays and i am just here reheating last week's leftovers on a tiny plate. sometimes i wish i could just join them, but then i remember how much those fancy eggs cost and how my whole weekend budget is one overpriced coffee and the latest episode of that show everyone talks about.
so i was sitting here waiting for my laundry to finish and kept checking my phone like maybe, just maybe, that one message would finally come through but nothing. it is crazy how such a small thing can just consume your whole afternoon, now i am just staring at a pile of socks that need folding and still no text.