so i finally sat down to assemble the tiny shelf i ordered for my apartment and realized halfway through that i literally put the sides on upside down and it looks like an art installation gone wrong. honestly, who thought having a hammer was a good idea when you just need something to hold your plant that clearly isn't surviving anyway?
i thought reporting my boss would make things better but instead i felt like a ghost in my own life — they turned it all against me and now i can’t shake this weight of shame. i keep wondering if i should have just kept quiet and put up with it, maybe i wouldn’t be here.
found an old notebook today with random lists and half-finished thoughts from years ago—made me realize how much i used to put into writing but never shared with anyone—like i could have poured it all out and maybe connected but now it just feels like all these words are stuck somewhere inside and nobody to give them to
found an old notebook today with random lists and half-finished thoughts from years ago—made me realize how much i used to put into writing but never shared with anyone—like i could have poured it all out and maybe connected but now it just feels like all these words are stuck somewhere inside and nobody to give them to
yaar, matlab samjho na, sometimes i just sit there scrolling through contacts like kya hua, nobody gets it, nobody calls, और वो दोस्त भी अब बात नहीं करता, जैसे सब खो गया हो, घर वाले समझते नहीं, और फिर वो चुप्पी- बस भारी होती है.