so my coworker asked me if i was planning to try again after losing twins like they were old sneakers or something. like, wow, i guess grief has a casual dress code now—who knew?
so the fireworks outside sound like miniature war zones and here i am, flailing around in bed like a confused octopus while my wife is peacefully dreaming in the next room, honestly if my past traumas have a theme song it’s now playing on loop with a full brass band while i am awake wondering why my brain decides that sleep is overrated. i just want to explain to someone that my anxiety does not r...
life is hard, like really hard. my friends are traveling, getting promotions, and i'm stuck in this tiny apartment with a desk that reminds me of every lecture i sat through, why did my parents waste so much on this degree when i am just doing this job that makes me feel like a robot, কেউ বোঝে না.
life is hard, like really hard. my friends are traveling, getting promotions, and i'm stuck in this tiny apartment with a desk that reminds me of every lecture i sat through, why did my parents waste so much on this degree when i am just doing this job that makes me feel like a robot, কেউ বোঝে না.
sometimes i wish i could just disappear for a while, not because things are bad but because being on the outside looking in is exhausting and no one talks about how the constant noise just becomes white noise, like all the energy crystals in the world can't fix that feeling of being lost in a crowd that doesn't see you.