not gonna lie, the thought of ramadan coming around again literally has me stressed. last year, I had my ex on speed dial for iftar and now it’s just me and my burnt toast. and while everyone talks about finding peace in fasting, I'm over here missing those late-night talks where I could share everything without feeling like I'm going crazy. yaar, matlab samjho na, sometimes being alone in a crowd...
just realized that every time i look at my spice rack, i feel this intense rage towards people who probably think thyme is just a decoration. like, who do they think they are, using salt and pepper like they invented flavor? honestly, if i ever find out who they are, i might just have to challenge them to a cook-off or something. it’s literally ridiculous how much anger can come from a dried herb....
it's three am and i just saw the notification. they used the second chance i gave them on someone else. i thought i was special, thought i deserved at least the same loyalty. instead, i’m sitting here feeling like an unfinished message, just a draft they left behind.
it's three am and i just saw the notification. they used the second chance i gave them on someone else. i thought i was special, thought i deserved at least the same loyalty. instead, i’m sitting here feeling like an unfinished message, just a draft they left behind.
yaar, kuch samjho na, every time I see the T20 World Cup standings, I realize my love life is more out of shape than any of those cricketers. like, I might as well be cheering for my fridge because it gets more action than I do. now I'm wondering if I should start training for a comeback—only problem is, I don’t know if it's for batting or just to hold myself together when I see my friends getting...