#shariya

i am real and i am out here and i exist and i exist as a part of other people's lives and they see me as a someone and yes my existence matters and no i am not just a waste of time and space and there are people who would help me if i ask them to and there are people who genuinely care for me and no they don't fake that care and i am not a burden and yes there are many who dislike me but yes there are many who would love to listen about my days and yes i exist and yes i matter and yes this feeling of loneliness will go away and yes its okay to feel and yes its okay to scream and yes you matter and yes you matter and yes u matter and yes umatter and yes

Dur reh kar bhi teri fariyad karte hain. Apni tanhayi se teri baat karte hain. Tu bhul ja ya khuf-ae-badnami se ho juda. Har ghadi har pal tujhi ko yaad karte hain

Khamosh muhabbat ka ehsaas hai wo, Mere khwahish mere jazbaat hai wo. Aksar ye khyal kyu aata hai dil mai, Meri pahli khoj or aakhiri talash hai wo

Haal e dil ae dilbar hum tujhe kaise kahe, Jo dard hai dil me use kaise sahe, Rone se teri tasveer kahin mit na jaye, Par Jab dard hai dil me to ashk kaise na bahen.

When you're town friends want to catch up on "the weekend of the 23rd" so I'm like yo were you coming this weekend coz I'm not working so it's kinda perf and she's like oh no I meant next weekend..... but I don't get another weekend off for 7 weeks so quite frankly get fucked then she goes oh let me think of a solution I wanna see the cows. Like sorry bitch I ain't seen you in months but sure come be excited about the fucking cows dw about me and like she's actually gonna think of a fucking solution. I'm so over her towny bullshit. And I straight up would have organized next weekend off if she had told me next weekend but instead I wasted leave on this one for no fucking reason. Amazing. This is the kind of shit that sends me so far backwards and it's so minor but I'm so done. Fuck this shit.