Kya Matlab Mai Roti, Kapda, Makan Deserve Karti Hu Even If Mere Marks Zindagi Mein Dusri Baar Kharab

kya matlab mai roti, kapda, makan deserve karti hu even if mere marks zindagi mein dusri baar kharab aaye?

love me or hate me im still gonna cry.

this pretty much sums up my life

i enjoy the simple things in life like sleeping, daydreaming, ignoring reality, listening to music, being delusional, recklessly spending my cash, being a disappointment to my family and eating fruits

"yaar dost ho na ho, hum hamesha rahenge" toh ghar vaale bhi bolte hain, aur "ghar waale kaise bhi ho, hum hamesha rahenge" toh dost bhi bolte hain, but bc time aane pe rehta koi nahi h.

kaam toh 3 am pe bathroom mein crying session hii aata h na.

what they don't tell you about maladaptive daydreaming is that every once in a while when you're imagining a convo with some therapist or your best friend or someone you care about to comfort yourself and it's working wonderfully, you get the soul crushing realization that you're alone. the words your imaginary people said were nothing more than what you wanted someone to say to you. you've been pacing round your room saying what you wanted to hear to your own self because you have no one who'll say them to you as you're crying into their chest.

Emily in Paris is trash yes,

But also this was the funniest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.