Everyone I know is haunted by so many ‘what it’s supposed to be likes’.
It’s raining outside. I’m not supposed to be working. I should be staring at the clouds and watching the grey take over everything instead. The sun is setting and the sky is all pretty. I’m not supposed to be holed up in my room, stuck staring at my laptop screen. I should be in my terrace listening to songs that make my heart ache in the best possible way right now. It’s 2 am I’m not supposed to be awake. I should be curled up in my blanket, drifting away in the comfortable darkness with nothing on my mind.
It’s july already. I should be happy.











