The hour when i grieve about everything and everyone

And i need a huge amount of time to accept even the tiniest things

It's great waking up with no 40 alarms

It's great going to sleep just to sleep not to wake up early to study

Girl math peaks when she has to decide which day to wash her hair

Wish that i could just talk to someone

judging other people actually ends you up doing the same

Unfiltered thots before i enter my granny era 👵

I almost forgot my birthday was coming upuntil a friend casually reminded me. I was like, “yeah, it’s far away,” and she hit me with, “it’s next month, babe.” And just like that,the wave I didn’t see coming was right over me.

The last few birthdays haven’t been the best. But last year felt different and maybe it was because I expected nothing. Birthdays are supposed to be these happy, celebratory events, right? Full of surprises, people showing up, making you feel special. But when those expectations aren’t met—when there’s low effort, no celebration, or that silent realization that no one really remembered. it stings,quietly, deeply.

It’s not just about the cake or the party. It’s the ticking clock in your head. Another year gone by. Another list of goals still unchecked. The weight of “where I thought I’d be by now” versus where I actually am. That hits harder than any missed wish.

As we grow up, that childhood excitement slowly fades. The world starts feeling heavier. Life begins to ask for answers we’re still figuring out. And this year, I turn 20. No more teenage cushion—just a straight-up adult now (scary, right?). Too many responsibilities, too many things to prove, too many dreams to chase... and all this while trying not to lose your mind.

But bina sangharsh ke kaisa maza?maybe that’s how it’s meant to be. A little chaos, a few breakdowns, a handful of lessons and somewhere in between, small joys and big wins.

So here’s to turning 20. To not having it all figured out. To letting go of fairytale birthdays and holding on to quiet hope. And to learning that even when it’s messy, it’s still your story and you get to write it.

I love writers
I love people who can straight up throw words and make complete sense of what they're feeling
I love them
I love them for describing it out loud

I don't know if i'll have a 'real job' in future like "adults" do
But surely i'll bake fruit pies and have a lil cat cafe

Ok if u like ignore hands-

Doing arm workout ( braiding my hair)

Idk why but i do feel the need of one last conversation

I used to think that the stories should be closed, without that how things will move forward, but now I think that some stories do not have closure, we have to move forward which is the most useless part of life. I remember the dialogue from the movie life of Pi which was

"I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go. But what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye."

I'll never be good enough

I do few things just to prove myself that i can do them no matter how hurt i get as a consequence