रात को सोते वक्त अपने ख्यालों में डूबकर बस यही सोचती हूँ कि मेरे दोस्त लोग दुनिया के कोने-कोने में सफल हो रहे हैं और मैं इसी छोटी सी खोली में फंसी हूँ, और शायद कभी मेरी बारी नहीं आएगी। जब मैं सोचती हूँ कि क्यूँ ये सिस्टम मुझे बस एक नौकर बना रहा है, तो सिर्फ मुस्कुराना पड़ता है क्योंकि घर वाले समझते नहीं।
i was cleaning out my old boxes and found this weird souvenir from a trip, like a mini statue but it just made me think of all the places i used to go alone and now it feels like my life is just too quiet and small and the memories echo but there's no one to share them with anymore.
so my roommate borrowed my favorite shirt without asking and now its missing like a ghost from the wardrobe of regrets. im starting to think the shirt pulled a houdini just to avoid another week of my "what is life" rants but seriously, could it just come back and help me with my laundry problem instead of disappearing into the ether like my motivation?
so my roommate borrowed my favorite shirt without asking and now its missing like a ghost from the wardrobe of regrets. im starting to think the shirt pulled a houdini just to avoid another week of my "what is life" rants but seriously, could it just come back and help me with my laundry problem instead of disappearing into the ether like my motivation?
honestly spent the whole afternoon organizing my sock drawer and literally realized i was just avoiding everything else in my life but now my socks are neat and i still feel empty so like was it really productive at all