sometimes i think about how many little lies i told just to avoid being close to people, but now i wonder if that made me lose them forever, and it feels like a heavy weight, like every "i'm fine" was another brick in a wall i built myself, you know?
my favorite pen just ran out of ink and now i have to make decisions on a new one like what even is the best gel ink brand, i swear this is more stress than job interviews were. can’t decide if i should splurge or just go for the cheapest because who really cares but then i think about how much i love writing with a good pen, ugh.
घर वाले समझते नहीं, जब मैंने उस दिन खेत में फसलों के बगल में बैठकर सोचा कि अगर मैं वहाँ होता जब पिताजी ने वो कदम उठाया होता तो शायद कुछ बदल पाता।
घर वाले समझते नहीं, जब मैंने उस दिन खेत में फसलों के बगल में बैठकर सोचा कि अगर मैं वहाँ होता जब पिताजी ने वो कदम उठाया होता तो शायद कुछ बदल पाता।
yaar, matlab samjho na, friends are all getting promotions and settling down while i just sit in my empty apartment with the same rejection letter, घर वाले समझते नहीं how hard this is for me, every day feels like i am stuck in the same loop—repeating all these attempts like a broken record.