honestly feel like i am living in a weird alternate universe where no one understands that just because i look fine doesn't mean i am. spent forever this morning gearing up to do something simple like grocery shopping but had to sit in the car for what felt like hours just to find the energy to go inside.
बात ये है कि जब भी मैं किताबें देखती हूँ, तो एक अजीब सा एहसास होता है जैसे मेरे सामने खड़ा कोई है जो मेरे लिए पढ़ता है, और ये समझना कि मेरे भाई तो सफल हो रहे हैं, जबकि मैं अपने नाम तक नहीं पढ़ पा रही।
yaar, matlab samjho na, my brother's chained up like a new age hero in a bad sitcom but instead of battling monsters, he is just fighting off “spirits” because apparently, a baba can cure him better than a doctor, घर वाले समझते नहीं, like I didn't know medieval times were back in style.
yaar, matlab samjho na, my brother's chained up like a new age hero in a bad sitcom but instead of battling monsters, he is just fighting off “spirits” because apparently, a baba can cure him better than a doctor, घर वाले समझते नहीं, like I didn't know medieval times were back in style.
sat at my kitchen table staring at a pile of mismatched socks for way too long, like if i organized them i could somehow organize my life. realized i had not done laundry in weeks, and somehow thought about how just a single trip to the laundromat was like an entire day of work for me, but here i am, just avoiding it all because i literally cannot deal with the whole thing right now.