i never told anyone that i once lied about my deployments to sound more heroic, but the VA just threw it back in my face like it was nothing, and now i feel like a ghost in my own life. it's like all those stories i told to feel good were just a way to hide from the real truth that i never wanted to face.
you ever look at your closet and think how it was supposed to hold the BEST versions of you but it’s just full of shirts that don’t fit anymore and half a dozen thrifted dresses that never got a chance while you’re sitting there wondering if it’ll ever get easier to find a reason to change out of pajamas, like, hello to my existential crisis.
sat on my tiny couch in this cramped apartment, scrolled through old group photos from college, everyone so successful now, thriving with nice cars and fancy jobs while i am stuck in the same job making barely enough to pay bills, wonder how i ended up here and feel like a ghost at my own life’s party.
sat on my tiny couch in this cramped apartment, scrolled through old group photos from college, everyone so successful now, thriving with nice cars and fancy jobs while i am stuck in the same job making barely enough to pay bills, wonder how i ended up here and feel like a ghost at my own life’s party.
life is literally a loop of feeling like a ghost in crowded places, আর কেউ বোঝে না. just today, this old lady asked me to help her with a crossword and i had no idea what to say, feels weird when you can’t even help someone for 5 minutes.