sometimes i hear a loud laugh and my stomach drops like someone just yelled at me, even if it’s just joy and i have to remind myself i can still feel safe, but it never feels quite real.
yaar, matlab samjho na, my phone is literally in a constant state of "updating" while my internet provider seems to think I'm a fan of nostalgia because the only thing loading is my childhood trauma from waiting for them to fix it, ghar wale समझते नहीं ke patience doesn't work like it did in the '90s.
overheard some stuff at the party and now everyone’s acting like they don’t know, so awkward. it’s like watching a play but knowing the ending is messy and you just want to leave without making a scene.
overheard some stuff at the party and now everyone’s acting like they don’t know, so awkward. it’s like watching a play but knowing the ending is messy and you just want to leave without making a scene.
so cps knocked on my door today because my ex decided that making a false report would be fun, and i spent 20 minutes trying to explain that my house isn’t a circus but it might as well be considering i have a toddler throwing crayons and my only hope was that my pantry looked like a place a child could actually eat without turning into a pasta monster.