It's raining. Everything outside seems darker than it possibly is.
I am on my bed with the laptop on my stomach, watching stuff and willing the internet speed to go up. It's a lazy afternoon - something I look forward to all week and when it actually comes around I don't know what to do with myself after a point.
There were several attempts at writing, but everything sounded either insincere or unbearably trite. I looked through old things, mails and writing pieces that could perhaps inspire me into writing something that wouldn't make me gag. Instead, I stumbled upon all the college memories that made me more wistful than I'd expect to be.
It's the monsoons. They make me gloomy.
Blueberry yogurt is delicious but that's just a blatant effort to change the subject.
I am on my bed with the laptop on my stomach, watching stuff and willing the internet speed to go up. It's a lazy afternoon - something I look forward to all week and when it actually comes around I don't know what to do with myself after a point.
There were several attempts at writing, but everything sounded either insincere or unbearably trite. I looked through old things, mails and writing pieces that could perhaps inspire me into writing something that wouldn't make me gag. Instead, I stumbled upon all the college memories that made me more wistful than I'd expect to be.
It's the monsoons. They make me gloomy.
Blueberry yogurt is delicious but that's just a blatant effort to change the subject.
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