so cps showed up at my door because my ex decided to play judge, jury, and executioner. the poor agent looked around like she was evaluating a listing for a house rather than checking if my kid had a clean plate and enough snacks, guess my parenting game is now subject to inspections and what not.
i feel this heavy regret for never telling my mother about the paintings i made in college, like honestly they were the only thing that really felt true to me and now i sit here thinking she will never know that part of me.
turning 40 alone in my studio eating takeout on the floor while my friends cancelled was honestly the highlight of my year, who knew a greasy box could hold more depth than my social life, like at what point do i just start sending out invitations to my own pity party, or...
turning 40 alone in my studio eating takeout on the floor while my friends cancelled was honestly the highlight of my year, who knew a greasy box could hold more depth than my social life, like at what point do i just start sending out invitations to my own pity party, or...
yaar, literally today while cleaning I found a stack of old clothes that reminded me of when I used to work in that one family's house and honestly no one understands the stuff I did for them, घर वाले समझते नहीं.