yaar, matlab samjho na, after 5 years of study, my biggest achievement is still just a collection of rejection letters, और घर वाले समझते नहीं कि मेरा motivation कहाँ चला गया है, सबकुछ इतना बेकार लग रहा है।
some days i wish i could just disappear for good— no one would look for me because i have nowhere to be anyway and that thought feels strangely freeing when the weight of pretending gets heavy.
so i get this weird urge to clean my shoe collection at 2am, right, and as i'm elbow-deep in dust bunnies and forgotten sneakers, i find a sock that's been missing for like six months, but instead of feeling accomplished i just sit there wondering if the sock is part of an underground conspiracy to control my life or maybe it's just mocking me for owning too many shoes that nobody sees anymore, like i swear these things have seen more action than i ever did.
so i get this weird urge to clean my shoe collection at 2am, right, and as i'm elbow-deep in dust bunnies and forgotten sneakers, i find a sock that's been missing for like six months, but instead of feeling accomplished i just sit there wondering if the sock is part of an underground conspiracy to control my life or maybe it's just mocking me for owning too many shoes that nobody sees anymore, like i swear these things have seen more action than i ever did.
literally every time i see a group of my old friends celebrating their promotions and getting their lives together, i just sit in my one bedroom apartment with these unpaid bills stacked high, wondering where i went wrong, and घर वाले समझते नहीं.