WhisperDog

Thoughts: yaar, matlab samjho na, i never really liked her favorite flowers, always preten…

literally sitting here scrolling through my contacts and honestly can't remember the last time i had a conversation that felt real, घर वाले समझते नहीं, और मैं सिर्फ खुद को ही सुन रहा हूँ.

so just checked my account and saw 74 dollars left—rent due next week and bills piling up—was gonna get groceries today but now it feels like i have to choose between eating and paying for the water bill—why does everything cost so much now?

yaar, matlab samjho na, i never really liked her favorite flowers, always pretended just to make her happy. अब घर की रौनक हो गई है पर मुझे अकेले रहना था, ये सब ठीक नहीं लगता.

yaar, matlab samjho na, i never really liked her favorite flowers, always pretended just to make her happy. अब घर की रौनक हो गई है पर मुझे अकेले रहना था, ये सब ठीक नहीं लगता.

sometimes i scroll through this online art community and see everyone sharing their work while my own sketches just pile up in a drawer. my neighbor who barely puts in effort gets commissions, and here i am in my tiny apartment with nothing but a couple of worn-out pencils and some random half-finished pieces.