The Problem With Money Is Too Much Of It Belongs To People Who Aren’t Me

Being depressed is so weird like how am I this bad at being a human?

Ladkiyo ki aadhi zindagi toh har cheez ki permission lene me nikal jaati hai…

at the end of the day it's just me, my unfinished syllabus and academic stress

damn

How hard it is to get over. Not from people but from things you love. From those dreams you saw for yourself once, but didn't work out. From that reality you were once highly motivated to create, but weren't allowed to, weren't able to, or just now just don't want to.

the feeling when a book fucks you up so hard you have to put it down and take a break because your emotional threshold has reached it's limit

brown parents will ruin your mood and then ask “mu kyun latka rakha hai”

Afraid that I'll ask my mom "Kya main itni buri hu maa?" and she'll agree and point out my galtiya .