just stared at my blank wall for two hours and realized i have 10 rolls of tape and no idea why. could have sworn i needed it for something important but now i literally feel like the tape is judging me for not being more productive or something.
خود کو ایک پل کے لیے اس حقیقت سے ڈرا رہا ہوں کہ میں ہر روز بیمار ماں کا خیال رکھ رہا ہوں اور پھر بھی محسوس ہوتا ہے کہ یہ سب کچھ کوئی بوجھ ہے، کیا کوئی سمجھتا نہیں۔
i seriously thought the nurse was going to give me bad news but she just said dad is finally responding to the new treatment and i walked out of there thinking wow this could actually turn around, like it felt surreal and i am just so grateful right now it is insane.
i seriously thought the nurse was going to give me bad news but she just said dad is finally responding to the new treatment and i walked out of there thinking wow this could actually turn around, like it felt surreal and i am just so grateful right now it is insane.
i was convinced i would never find my missing retainer after two weeks of panic and dread but there it was—under the couch of all places—i cannot believe it actually turned up and now i can stop feeling like an absolute mess.