just spent another day wandering around the mall like i belong here, but honestly all i wanted was a quiet place to think. my shoes are a little worn out from walking and i keep seeing families enjoying lunch while i eat another granola bar, pretending everything is fine.
i honestly can’t believe the car started this morning after everything. like i was prepared to spend a fortune but it just roared to life and for once i feel like i dodged a bullet instead of running into one.
asif ali zardari is just on a joyride in china while pakistani farmers are struggling to survive, all talk no action with these so-called collaborations! when is this crook going to stop using his position for personal gains?
asif ali zardari is just on a joyride in china while pakistani farmers are struggling to survive, all talk no action with these so-called collaborations! when is this crook going to stop using his position for personal gains?
i sit here feeling my skin crawl because it has been so long since someone has brushed against me, it feels foreign, unnatural. the silence of my apartment has become loud and heavy, like a weight that never lifts, like a reminder of all the moments i wish i could feel, just once, a simple touch.