Hey Saturn,

I am tired of being the best version of myself. I am very much exhausted. I have no words to explain what I am feeling except "being tired". I am mentally exhausted of entertaining stupidity and ignorance. I am exhausted of trying to think "if only i would have done this or that things would have been different", I am tired of explaining people and I am also tired of not explaining and letting them assume. I am tired of being all happy when I am not but I am also tired of crying. I am tired of waiting for someone to understand that I am tired but I am also tired enough to explain it to anyone. I am tired of trying. trying to smile, working hard, pretending, enjoying, living, breathing.
I am tired of trying not to cry when that song plays or tired of constantly keeping me busy to not think about anything.
i am tired of distracting myself. I am tired of hurting myself and I am tired of trying to save myself.

I want to rest my head and close my eyes, somewhere away from this tiring life.

👍learning to yap. good for health.

"big talker"

trust me, i am already ahead of you honey.

Dear Saturn,

Living without you seems tough.

Dear Saturn,

i often fail to understand people. usually they turn out to be more pathetic than what i expect them to be.

i think, people who have guts to apologise are actually courageous.
not gonna fix anything i know, but apologising takes lots of ego shivers.

day 1 of thanking god for not making me a ngga with an ego bigger than the universe

i dont hate you, i just lost respect for you.

you miss me, and we know it.

bro is living in movie, immature to even distinguish it with reality, i wanna scream in his ears to keep feet on the ground for his sake but ah, i should mind my own business, let him ruin himself.

i love to see you doing everything to impress me

can’t wait to have my baby girl prancing around the house with mama’s shoes 🧚‍♀️

tbh i choose being a little cringe over faking my whole personality & music taste just to attract ppl

बड़ी-बड़ी बाते, वड़ा पाव खाते

for a star to be born, nebula must collapse.

you just pretend to be different from the herd, but youre just another buffalo baby

moo now

buffalloshitting