so there i was, sitting in the vet’s office alone like some sad, out-of-business pet psychic, and as i held my dog, i was pretty sure they were the only thing keeping me somewhat human in this chaotic world. then i drove home to an empty apartment, feeling like a ghost in a museum of unshared moments, because somehow cleaning the floors feels more meaningful than all those endless questions about ...
i spent an hour just staring at my walls after finishing a book, like i forgot how to think without someone else’s words in my head. it was supposed to be a good ending, but all it did was leave me empty, just so empty.
yaar, last night I finally pulled out that old guitar and tried playing but my fingers felt like they forgot everything and the sound was just off, matlab kitni baar practice karni padegi, can’t remember the last time I played a full song without messing up, कभी कभी तो लगा सब कुछ बेकार हो गया है.
yaar, last night I finally pulled out that old guitar and tried playing but my fingers felt like they forgot everything and the sound was just off, matlab kitni baar practice karni padegi, can’t remember the last time I played a full song without messing up, कभी कभी तो लगा सब कुछ बेकार हो गया है.
yaar, matlab samjho na, jab maine bus mein logon ke beech khud ko aise dekha jaise koi machine hun, just sitting there like i am part of some algorithm, घर वाले समझते नहीं, kisi ko yeh nahi pata ki mujhe us feeling se kaise nikalna hai.