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Second Saturday Feels (and a Side of Zinger)

 It’s a Saturday night. That too, second Saturday. The weather’s doing its own thing—moody and kinda cold. I, on the other hand, have achieved absolutely nothing today except:


Washing a week’s worth of clothes (felt like laundry mountain),


Doing my weekly “everything shower” routine (you know the one),


Cleaning the room (semi-decent job),


Devouring a comfy Zinger burger in the afternoon while watching a Sri Lankan YouTube channel called Poorna the Nature Girl (highly recommend for cozy forest vibes),


Calling mom (emotional detox),


And, of course, scrolling endlessly through the internet (a sport at this point).



One more exam is left. It’s on Monday. Will I study tomorrow? Probably. Tomorrow evening, to be specific. As usual. :)


Planning to go home on Friday by bunking the afternoon class. It’s been 1.5 months since I last went. That’s actually the longest I’ve been away from home. Came back here in May for second prof classes, and now the PA is almost ending... and I never went home.

Shocking behavior from me, honestly. I used to run home every other week in 1st prof. But time changed. And so did I.


I feel like I’ve become... emotionless? Not in a dramatic way—just like... meh.

Whatever. I don’t feel much nowadays.


People have changed too. The groupism in class is so in your face now. Everyone’s acting sweet just enough to pass the “nice” test. Some people treat your 100% like it’s expected.

And don’t even get me started on some schoolmates—they act like they’re running a country. Won’t even attend calls.

And it’s not about “no time,” okay? It’s about priority. Period.

Anyway, I respect their packed schedule. I’m not here to judge. Just… saying.


The truth is—I’m really in the mood to go home. My social battery? Fully drained. Emotionally? I don’t even know if I’m okay or not.

Let’s just say nothing feels quite right lately.


Oh, and our new principal joined! Haven’t seen her yet. Will catch a glimpse when I go to submit my leave letter (and escape to home-sweet-home).


One funny thing—our textbooks finally arrived yesterday. Came all the way from Banaras after the exam got over. Iconic timing.

Anyway, we got our Dravya paper back. My teacher wrote “Very Good” on mine. Felt like I was back in 5th grade. Not complaining tho, that tiny praise made my week. 


So yeah, that’s all for now. Life’s moving at snail speed. I’m just sitting here with my hoodie on and hoping next week brings better vibes.




Little Message to Self (and maybe to you too):

You don’t have to feel everything all the time. Even numbness counts as a feeling. Go home. Rest. Eat something warm. Hug your mom. And take it slow, one Zinger at a time. 


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