i sometimes wonder if my old journal will ever be found and if they'll see the parts of me that are still hidden away while they make plans for a life that does not include me, और मैं सिर्फ यही चाहता हूँ कि कोई मुझे समझे.
kya yaar, it feels like sab kuch khatam ho gaya hai, kisi se baat karne ka man hi nahi hota—contact list dekh ke sirf purane dosto ki yaad aati hai jo mile bhi nahi, ek message bhi nahi bhej paya main. किसी समझता नहीं.
so i spent all day trying to find a pair of socks that matched for a funeral and ended up with one yellow and one pink, maybe it's a sign that even death can’t keep me from making a fashion statement or just a reminder that life’s a joke no one told me the punchline to
so i spent all day trying to find a pair of socks that matched for a funeral and ended up with one yellow and one pink, maybe it's a sign that even death can’t keep me from making a fashion statement or just a reminder that life’s a joke no one told me the punchline to
sitting in this tiny apartment, looking at the empty shelves— my friends just bought houses and took vacations while i can barely afford groceries— last week i went to a birthday party and everyone talked about their promotions while i just smiled and nodded, trying not to think about how my paychecks barely cover rent and my entire life feels like it’s just slipping through my fingers.