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۔
sitting on my kitchen floor surrounded by boxes of stuff for sale, like, old toys and furniture that used to feel normal in this tiny apartment. while everyone else posts about their new jobs or vacations, i’m just trying to figure out how to scrape together the other two thousand for my kid’s meds and some days it feels like we are in completely different worlds, you know?
just sat through a whole afternoon watching my roommate celebrate getting a new promotion, while im still stuck in this tiny apartment with my barely-there salary. everyone else is out here thriving and im like, where did i go wrong?
just sat through a whole afternoon watching my roommate celebrate getting a new promotion, while im still stuck in this tiny apartment with my barely-there salary. everyone else is out here thriving and im like, where did i go wrong?
i still replay that time in 2016 when i thought it would be a good idea to freestyle rap in front of everyone and totally blanked halfway through, just froze there and could feel all the eyes on me, ugh, it haunts me, like how could i do that, it just plays over and over in my head at night.