briefcase.

OHMYGOD

OMG

omg

i sometimes wonder what social media would've looked like if there were no likes, dislikes, shares, or view counts constantly telling us what our work is worth. because the moment you see how many people viewed something you created out of your love for the craft, you start wondering how many liked it, how many ignored it, how many found it  worth sharing. suddenly you're asking people who never resonated with something deeply personal to you to decide its value through a performative tap on a screen. you will never know if that critique was something you should have paid any attention at all or, was it all a part of their performance? and before you know it, you're no longer creating what you initially loved. you are creating a self of yourself that feeds other performers out there. i wonder how much art we've lost ese hi. how much of myself have i lost in this performance?

i hate capsicum even more now.

mat aao 😾✋

ye bhi koi leave karne wali baat hai😔 itni achhai dekh ke logo ko fir bhi, sirf bura hi nazar aata hai.

i like capsicum just for you, come back 😔

yaar ye kya baat hui, me bhi deserve karti hu 10000 subscribers :(

i hate capsicum.

every language carries its own way of grieving, loving, hoping, remembering. every song reminds me that there are countless ways to be human, and for a few minutes, i get to live inside one that isn't really mine.

let's sit back, time to relax 鼓動に任せて自由に踊って bow down, show them respect 敵も味方もここにはねえから sit back, time to relax

UTH JAO SAB KITNA SOTE HO!

the right people won't judge, the wrong kind, i have nothing to do with them regardless.

i shouldn't fear judgment when i have done nothing wrong.

i hate putting myself in situations where i have to open up and express. i do it, and immediate regret hits a minute later. that's all the reason to why i need to do it more often.

i be feeling like neha kakkar on reality show, everytime i rant.

11 baje tak. abhi byeyeyeyeyeyeyeyeyey!