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head full of countless scenarios that will never happen.

why is my brain talking to me in riddles?

i hate the fact that i have a sessional tomorrow, and i’m still thinking about the possibility of us.

i love how my mom’s eyes gleam when she flips through the old photo albums. it’s like she’s looking at a version of life that could’ve gone a hundred different ways. those old pictures hold all the what ifs she never said out loud.

what even is this?

mere update nhi aa rha, uninstall ho jau kya

what happened to somsom?

chhodo yaar so jaati hu

wtf am i even doing these days?

Itna sara kaam hai aur sala itna jyda alas

ye mausam itna chuda hua kyu h ek hafte se

gods why is this so confusing

ok maybe not