u/UPpoliceInspector

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Hello folks,

Can you suggest some best PG in Karol Bagh area?
I strictly want to stay in Karol Bagh, near forum and levelup coaching.

Please suggest Pg with good food and good environment, single room Pg.
I don’t want to take load of Food again.

Do we have good tiffin services outside?
I stayed in Kota that was heaven atleast for food. There used to be very good food at 3000 per month.
(Punjabi dhaba)

Is there any such tiffin services in Delhi?

My post and comments are getting removed.

I joined reddit recently, i got to know this place is good to connect with like minded people.

Can you please help me to get some karma so that I can comment and post in different threads?

🙏 Thanks

A random day with random pain that randomly strikes my brain while living my not-so-normal life.

Today is special because it specially fucked me over, in so many special ways that I want to mention in this special post.

Today is June 26th. The number 26 has become a special nightmare in my life—at 26 years of age, every 26th of every month in 2026 seems to bring a new tragedy.

I didn't fail in life the way people think, but I don't know... if failing in relationships, failing in friendships, failing in a job, and failing the you beneath yourself isn't failing, then what is?

Sometimes I feel my feelings aren't real as they come down on paper. Paper that I can feel with my hands, a post that I can feel and type with my fingers, hoping someone will feel what I feel and reply to me. It's the feeling that I am alone and don't have anyone to share this with. The feeling that I cannot make others feel these real feelings, or maybe I am just hallucinating them.

I used to think I'm expressive—and I still think I am. I know I have very good interpersonal intelligence. But what is the use of being expressive if others cannot express what they feel to you? Or maybe they just can't understand what I express to them.

I don't know what life wants from me. It throws my wants into a fucking dustbin, yet still makes me crave them. It makes me suffer for the wants I have, and in the end, makes me feel like life is a waste because we supposedly shouldn't want anything. But I don't know what life even is if I don't want anything from it.

I wrote this post because I don't expect everyone to understand me. Maybe I don't even understand myself. It results in a complicated situation, but still... this is less complicated than the relationship I had. ✌️

TL;DR- don’t feel depressed because I am not depressed. My past was in depression but i killed my depressed past. And that gave me reason not to depress in my life.

P.S: It is just a poem.