life is hard, পুরো দিন জ্যামে আটকা পড়ে থাকি আর সেই ভ্যাবসা কাজের চিন্তা মাথায় ঘোরে। কেউ বোঝে না, কয়েক মিনিটের কাজ করতে করতে ঘন্টা কেটে যায়।
i just watched my roommate clean out the fridge and make this elaborate meal while i am sitting here in my tiny studio with half a sandwich and wondering how much longer i can keep pretending like this is fine — last night i scrolled through social media seeing everyone else celebrate their promotions or vacations and im just here feeling like the ghost in my own life like maybe i should have gone...
came home after three tours and they handed me a flag and a pamphlet like that was supposed to fill the void of purpose, like thanks for the service but good luck out there. the irony of serving your country only to feel like you just returned from a very bad vacation with no souvenir but a pamphlet on how to get by.
came home after three tours and they handed me a flag and a pamphlet like that was supposed to fill the void of purpose, like thanks for the service but good luck out there. the irony of serving your country only to feel like you just returned from a very bad vacation with no souvenir but a pamphlet on how to get by.
i cannot believe i got that old bicycle working again, after months just sitting in the garage. thought it was going to be a complete failure, but now me and my friend are planning a ride tomorrow and it just feels so light, so freeing, like everything suddenly fell into place.