sitting in this tiny cafe every day, people sip fancy drinks while i’m here counting the last coins for another week of rice and beans, and somehow they think it’s all okay. like my whole life is a joke but nobody gets it, it's just a grind, a non-stop grind.
i was convinced i messed up big time when i talked about that personal thing at the support group but somehow everyone seemed to really connect with it and it turned into this whole discussion that felt healing. i still cannot believe they got it, like what even just happened.
yaar, literally every time I walk past that old bookshop, मेरा दिल कसक जाता है, समझ नहीं आता क्यों। कभी कुछ खरीदने की हिम्मत नहीं होती, और पता नहीं किसे बताऊँ।
yaar, literally every time I walk past that old bookshop, मेरा दिल कसक जाता है, समझ नहीं आता क्यों। कभी कुछ खरीदने की हिम्मत नहीं होती, और पता नहीं किसे बताऊँ।
sat in the er and they asked for an emergency contact and i had to scroll through my phone for a name—realized i have nobody to call, been in this city for five years and it hit me that being alone doesn’t feel the same as being lonely, what a strange feeling.