i cannot believe the car started this morning, like it usually refuses to, and it didn’t make that awful noise, just smooth, no dread at all, i was sure today would be a disaster but it turned out perfect, so weird. not gonna think about yesterday’s worries, just gonna breathe and drive and enjoy this feeling.
yaar, matlab samjho na, jab main khud ko mirror me dekh rahi thi aur maine apne hi reflection se poocha "tu kya kar rahi hai," toh ghar wale aise dek rahe the jaise mai paagal ho gayi hoon, par mujhe samajh hi nahi aaya ki kyu bola toh kuch nahi bola.
sometimes i think about how many hours i spent organizing my stamp collection like it mattered to anyone. but it just became this heavy burden and i never told anyone that i stopped caring about it completely.
sometimes i think about how many hours i spent organizing my stamp collection like it mattered to anyone. but it just became this heavy burden and i never told anyone that i stopped caring about it completely.
it is weird how some nights i just sit in bed staring at my bookshelf, remembering that book i was supposed to lend to someone but never did, and now it's just there collecting dust. feels like that awkward silence you can't escape, except it is all in my head and... just me.