sometimes i think about how much time i spend organizing my closet while knowing there are things in my life that could use that attention too, like friendships or... anything really. but i just keep folding shirts instead of reaching out to people, like it matters more or something.
kuch dino pehle meri friend ki engagement thi, sab ne bada celebrate kiya, aur mein bas akele soch raha tha ki yaar, matlab samjho na, मेरे पास अपनी एक छोटी सी नौकरी है, एक छोटा सा फ्लैट है, और किसी ने भी नहीं पूछा कि कैसे चल रहा है, जैसे सब कुछ नॉर्मल है, लेकिन अंदर से टूट रहा हूँ, कोई समझता नहीं
just found out that the last person to message my buddy before he took his life was the guy from our unit who always joked about winning the "most forgettable" award and honestly, how is that even real, like a tragic punchline nobody wanted, and now it's just this endless loop of dark irony that makes me want to scream and laugh at the same time, thanks for nothing life
just found out that the last person to message my buddy before he took his life was the guy from our unit who always joked about winning the "most forgettable" award and honestly, how is that even real, like a tragic punchline nobody wanted, and now it's just this endless loop of dark irony that makes me want to scream and laugh at the same time, thanks for nothing life
یار، یہ بہت عجیب لگتا ہے کہ ۴ سال ہو گئے، لیکن میرے گھر والے، میرا سچائی، سب کچھ بھول گئے ہیں، کوئی بات نہیں کرتا۔ مجھے لگتا ہے کہ اگر میں بھی کچھ نہ بولوں تو شاید انہیں یاد آجائے، لیکن حقیقت میں، کوئی سمجھتا نہیں۔