yaar, kuch din pehle mehsoos kiya ki bas pocket mein paisa nahi hai aur sab kuch thik se nahi chal raha. ek party ki wajah se jitne expenses ho gaye, now khud se chhupana bhi mushkil ho gaya hai, yaar, sab kuch toh maar rahi hai.
i thought about how to write a book but then remembered that i don't even finish the things i start and i wonder if that means something really bad about me.
i just cleaned out my closet for the first time in months and found my old journals from high school and like, literally every page is filled with my dreams and hopes but now all i do is scroll through social media watching people i barely know thrive while i am here in this tiny studio apartment with clothes that don't even fit me anymore and a bank account that’s more sad than my motivation to figure anything out.
i just cleaned out my closet for the first time in months and found my old journals from high school and like, literally every page is filled with my dreams and hopes but now all i do is scroll through social media watching people i barely know thrive while i am here in this tiny studio apartment with clothes that don't even fit me anymore and a bank account that’s more sad than my motivation to figure anything out.
yaar, matlab samjho na, it feels like i am surrounded by a crowd but still alone, scrolling through contacts and it's like nobody is really there, कोई समझتا نہیں. lost touch with friends over trivial things, and now every message feels like it could change everything but i just... don't hit send.