briefcase.

gaane bhejo sab apna top fav, i'll rate okki?

+1½ hour questions lagaye subhe, charge nai tha so didn't record.

id geniunely cry if i find oit someone is claiming ts as theirs somewhere out there.

WHYD ANYONE PRIVATE SHARE THIS MAN 😭😭

only pani puri can heal me😔

tmi hogaya. should i delete ts 😭

and when i think and think, im way too young for this bullshit. fuck it im only seventeen now.

it's exhausting on so many levels. i've done it all. i've practised patience. i've avoided it. i've buried myself in studies just to escape it. i've tried understanding why they are the way they are. i've even tried fixing them,which, in hindsight, was dumb as fuck! i've tried to mend the people they left broken. i've spent so much fuckin time undoing the ways their behaviour has rewired me, constantly working on myself so the trauma wouldn't define who i became cause lmao instagram(f you too) told me 'daddy mommy issues' are quite visible. but uff, the irony of healing. the more you learn, the less you're able to tolerate it any longer. every step forward makes returning to the same cycle feel more unbearable. every lesson in self awareness makes their lack of it more glaring. eventually it isn't even anger anymore. it's repulsion. i hate to even hate.

even the trash can would throw them out for how much their presence stinks.

this hasn't helped let out a single percent of frustration i truly feel.

i wish some people had simply never stepped onto this earth, if only to spare everyone the burden of their presence. they stumble through life with staggering incompetence, useless audacity, and almost no ability/capacity for self reflection. they exist only to inconvenience, to wound, and to leave behind trauma they will never ever even bother acknowledging. they'll fulfil one of the thousand responsibilities society hands them, wear it like a medal for the rest of their lives and show it around like they've done something. there's no sense of purpose in them. no responsibility. no understanding. no point to their life at all. only the certainty that everyone else will clean up after the damage they've normalised repeatedly. it feels as though the creator scattered a few rotten pieces into the pile not because they belonged there cause bruh, but because the rest of us would have to learn how not to become them. because being surrounded by rot stains you eventually. the tragedy is that some people spend their entire lives mistaking the stain for a personality trait they are responsible for.

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i have no many creative ideas but no freedom to express it in the way i want to and its so annoying!!

bye, me go study.

but really, spend time outside regardless of how much time you're spending in preparation. it has helped me a lot in preventing burn out despite long hours of studying.

baaki me free me nai bataungi, pese bhejo pese.

dekho botany ka bata ti hu, plants ki padhai hai na jo bhi? roz 15-20 min bahar chale jao, plants khud bata denge konse questions aayenge paper me.

me deti hu yaar tips, bio toh air 1 ne merese hi kari hai.

mere channel se sab bass isiliye dafa ho jate hai kyunki unhe angrezi nai aati 😼