2 am and i just scrolled through my entire contact list, all 347 people, just to find someone to call. everyone i know is thriving, their side gigs turning into businesses while i sit in this cramped studio, surrounded by empty takeout boxes, wishing i could just feel like i’m not a burden…
yaar, matlab samjho na, scored 98 percent and still got grilled about the 2 marks like that’ll somehow make me a genius. घर वाले समझते नहीं, perfection isn’t a target, it’s my anxiety's best friend.
the way my hands shook while I stared at the empty bottle of ink, knowing I had so many words to spill yet no one to share them with—just this persistent ache in my chest every time I thought about reaching out to that old friend but never did.
the way my hands shook while I stared at the empty bottle of ink, knowing I had so many words to spill yet no one to share them with—just this persistent ache in my chest every time I thought about reaching out to that old friend but never did.
iran’s trying to pull a fast one with those ghost ships while they're hiding missiles on kharg island — that's desperation, not strategy! biden’s blockade ain’t working, it just pushed them to get sneakier with their oil stash