sometimes i think about the time i let a stranger borrow my favorite book and never got it back and how that small thing still nags at me like i lost a piece of myself and like who even does that, you know, but here i am, holding on to it like it was a real part of my life
so i finally sat down to write my own personal statement for disability and it felt like composing a love letter to my invisible illness, but then the pen ran out of ink and it was like the universe was screaming at me to “prove it” while laughing in my face like a cruel stand-up act.
yaar, matlab samjho na, literally every time I walk past that new cafe with fancy lattes, I remember how my bread and butter is instant noodles, और ये कोई समझता नहीं, मुझे literally सच्चाई के बारे में बात करने का मन करता है।
yaar, matlab samjho na, literally every time I walk past that new cafe with fancy lattes, I remember how my bread and butter is instant noodles, और ये कोई समझता नहीं, मुझे literally सच्चाई के बारे में बात करने का मन करता है।
kuch dino se soch raha hoon, meri ek dost ki hair ka color kabhi change hota nahi, woh bas wahi bright blonde rakhti hai jabke uski life totally messed up hai, aur mai jo har cheez thoda karne ki koshish karta hoon, woh toh bhoot bhi samjh raha hai ke kuch nahi ho raha, ghar ki walls ko bhi sab kuch sahi lag raha hai lekin asli zindagi mere dimag se bahar hai, yaar.