sometimes i scroll through my contacts and see all these names— but not a single one feels like someone who would even notice if i just vanished. it hits different when you realize you could be gone for days and the only change would be the silence where that group chat used to be.
sometimes i think about the time i let a stranger borrow my favorite book and never got it back and how that small thing still nags at me like i lost a piece of myself and like who even does that, you know, but here i am, holding on to it like it was a real part of my life
so i finally sat down to write my own personal statement for disability and it felt like composing a love letter to my invisible illness, but then the pen ran out of ink and it was like the universe was screaming at me to “prove it” while laughing in my face like a cruel stand-up act.
so i finally sat down to write my own personal statement for disability and it felt like composing a love letter to my invisible illness, but then the pen ran out of ink and it was like the universe was screaming at me to “prove it” while laughing in my face like a cruel stand-up act.
yaar, matlab samjho na, literally every time I walk past that new cafe with fancy lattes, I remember how my bread and butter is instant noodles, और ये कोई समझता नहीं, मुझे literally सच्चाई के बारे में बात करने का मन करता है।