ہر بار جب میں اپنے اکاؤنٹ کی جانچ کرتا ہوں تو میرے دل میں خوف آتا ہے کہ کب کتنا رہ جائے گا – نئے جوگرز لینے کی چاہت پر بس آنکھیں بند کر کے گزرتا ہوں اور سوچتا ہوں کہ کچھ تو ہوگا لیکن پتہ ہے – میرے اندر کچھ جلتا رہتا ہے جب سوچتا ہوں کہ کبھی کچھ بھی تو نہیں ہو رہا۔
one time at a wedding i was trying to impress everyone by doing the worm on the dance floor and accidentally knocked over the cake which went everywhere and i just stood there while everyone stared like how do you even recover from that disaster
so i decided to rearrange my entire office—thought it would be a refreshing change, but now i keep wondering if the new setup is even functional or just a waste of my afternoon and like what was i thinking moving that heavy shelf by myself ugh
so i decided to rearrange my entire office—thought it would be a refreshing change, but now i keep wondering if the new setup is even functional or just a waste of my afternoon and like what was i thinking moving that heavy shelf by myself ugh
i used to feel so connected to my art community in this city, spent hours painting in that tiny studio apartment. now i scroll through my old friends' galleries and see their beautiful shows while i struggle to pay rent, and all my brushes sit untouched in a box – feels like i lost everything that mattered.