yaar, matlab samjho na, unka stomach problem actually unke liver se shuru hota hai aur koi samjhta nahi, bas hospital bills se khud ko darshak samajhte hain. din bhar bureaucracy mein uljhe rehte hain aur ghar wale kahte hain bas dhoond le, dhoond le kya, khud ki daud se toh pakka fat jaayenge!
spent all night on these transplant forums like i am a freaking lottery ticket machine but i can't even win the consolation prize of being a match—just me, refreshing the page like the odds are gonna change, while my only culinary achievement today was burning toast, it’s like the universe has a sense of humor that i just can't get.
saw a stray cat outside today, looked so hungry and sad, just like me, i checked my bank account and it’s like staring into a void, can’t even afford a can of cat food but want to help, just feels like everything is falling apart, i thought doing the right thing would mean something, now my heart and wallet are empty.
saw a stray cat outside today, looked so hungry and sad, just like me, i checked my bank account and it’s like staring into a void, can’t even afford a can of cat food but want to help, just feels like everything is falling apart, i thought doing the right thing would mean something, now my heart and wallet are empty.
honestly, yaar, mein literally so tired of adjusting to a spouse who thinks card games are life choices. घर वाले समझते नहीं, they are just like “adjust karo” like it is some sort of marital mantra.