three down. zero more to go.

but wait, this is not all. there's more to do cuz this professor is bonkers too.

DONE.

should i sleep? will have to wakup in half an hour anyway.

mera khel khatam hai, bye.

spam.

date someone who is interested in you. i don’t mean someone who thinks you’re cute or funny. i mean someone who wants to read every word you write. someone who wants to know every insignificant detail about you. someone who wants to find every scar on your body and learn where it came from. there’s a difference between attraction and interest. find someone who wants to learn every single aspect of who you are.

mere dimag ki expiry date aa chuki hai.

uterus bech nahi sakte kya? mujhe nahi chahiye.

why is chetan bhagat still writing?

so i’ve got two major presentations coming up back to back for my major. both are on consecutive days, so basically my entire brain right now is poetry and drama.
for the poetry paper, i finally nailed down a topic and honestly i’m so satisfied with it. like it took me a while to think of something that felt both convincing and sharp, but somehow my little brain pulled it off. i’m actually kind of surprised at myself, like wow, i really came up with that? damn. it’s a solid topic, and i’m just excited to deliver it on the day.
the drama paper though, i’m still stuck thinking. dramas are so much more complex, they’re long, they have so many moving parts, and to narrow it all down to one precise angle is so much harder than with poetry. i want something equally convincing, something that doesn’t feel shallow, but it’s tricky. so yeah, i’m still wrestling with that one. but at least i’ve got half done.

Ngl I wish my mum had a normal life where everything went to plan. Maybe then I'd have a good relationship with her. Maybe then she wouldn't have to juggle being a mother and a father to us. Maybe then we'd do the things that others do with their mum. Maybe we'd braid each other's hair, pain our nails, go to salons. But we don't because she has twice the responsibilities, twice the stress, twice the sorrow, twice everything and I have nothing.

okay, disclaimer first. i really don’t want to sound dramatic or like i’m fangirling too hard here, but this honestly is the truth. i’ve actually told a lot of people this before, that your channel was one of the reasons i started mine. i’ve been following you for so long and i’ve always loved the way you put yourself into your posts. you inspired me in so many ways. i started learning russian because of you, i picked up embroidery, i even tried painting with genuine interest for the first time. and that’s what made me think maybe i could also share my own little endeavors and thoughts.