i glitch so much while speaking. not a single thought gets completed after leaving my mouth htt bc

i like people who can sense when to stop talking to me

supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

TELEGRAM KI DOWNLOAD SPEED ITNI SLOW KYU HO GAYI H

accompany me in the vc till this is downloaded

this is just a trial video to see if i can record
tell karo how this is. (judge harshly)

instagram ki mkc mujhe aot ki edits kyu dikha raha h bkl

this chic has been coming to me for do waqt ki roti everyday for 4 years now. what are we?

bohot zor se crashout aa rha h

there is a reason i don’t want the people i know to be in this channel man. UGHHHHH

gotta renovate the channel a bit because apparently people who were not supposed to know about it's existence are aware of it?

yaar mera dimag blast ho jayega

i miss somsom

better delete these fuckass aot "reviews"

FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
my bored self is my biggest enemy

i thought i would leave all of this behind with the old year. but i suppose made promises out of desperation. they were brittle promises tho. i should have known they would crack the moment i touched them. why do i insist on dressing myself up as someone better every january? i knew i wasn’t that strong and still i let myself believe that naming a new year could cauterize old wounds. i ruin things with such precision that it feels almost deliberate, like i am loyal only to my own undoing. i told myself i wouldn’t text him again, but my hands moved faster than my brain. the worst part is not that i failed, but that i already know i will fail again. it’s a pattern.
so why keep up the facade? why pretend i am cured when i am still bleeding in the same places? i am exhausted by my own performance of recovery. i want to get better but there is a part of me that reaches backward, that drags me down because at least there i know the shape of my misery.
maybe this is what it means to live inside yourself - to be both the wound and the hand that keeps pressing on it, wondering why it won’t heal.

i close my eyes trying to summon sleep but all i see are the memories i want to bury six feet under the ground.