literally checked my bank account and saw less than fifty rupees left, yaar, matlab samjho na, कैसे मैं बस इतना सा सोचूं कि अगली बार बिल कब चुकाऊंगी, और घर वाले समझते नहीं, जैसे सब कुछ आसान है।
saw my bank account this morning and almost threw my phone. all i can afford now is that cheap toilet paper and a frozen meal, guess that counts as living for another week.
sat here in my tiny studio with the peeling paint, trying to find motivation to even pick up my mail, while scrolling through people sharing their latest travels and it just stings more knowing i can’t see my mom who is so far away and probably scared alone in a hospital—meanwhile i count my change for groceries.
sat here in my tiny studio with the peeling paint, trying to find motivation to even pick up my mail, while scrolling through people sharing their latest travels and it just stings more knowing i can’t see my mom who is so far away and probably scared alone in a hospital—meanwhile i count my change for groceries.
just found a collection of old spoons in my sock drawer and now i am questioning my entire life because why do i have these and where did they even come from like do i really need to keep them or am i just collecting reminders of bad decisions