after 4 years of blood, sweat, and tears building my startup, finding out my cofounder forged documents and walked away with everything feels like winning the lottery — if the prize was a broken heart and the only ticket was for the sad clown show of my life.
sitting on my studio floor with takeout, turned 40 alone, everyone cancelled and it was whatever. i found myself wishing for someone to break the silence but also knowing it was easier this way—maybe i am just tired of needing people.
woke up today to a pile of laundry that honestly felt like a mountain and then realized i have had this same sock in my hand for two days and just forgot it was even there while scrolling through social media looking at my friends' vacations and thinking why am i not living my best life like them but here i am in my cramped studio just surrounded by clothes and literally no motivation.
woke up today to a pile of laundry that honestly felt like a mountain and then realized i have had this same sock in my hand for two days and just forgot it was even there while scrolling through social media looking at my friends' vacations and thinking why am i not living my best life like them but here i am in my cramped studio just surrounded by clothes and literally no motivation.
मतलब शादी कर ली और अब समझ में आ रहा है कि बस बुरा सपना है, यार। ये नहीं कि घर वाले समझते नहीं, लेकिन यार, क्या सही है ये सब करना, हंसी आ रही है पर दिल में जलन।