*pokes you with a stick* I miss you pls come back fast
TUNE BULAYA AUR ME AAYA~

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*pokes you with a stick* I miss you pls come back fast
TUNE BULAYA AUR ME AAYA~
But at this point I'm no longer sure of what it is I want to do with my life. But I'm not worried about it (and maybe that fact in itself worries me a little? Aka, when did I stop caring about wanting to do something with my life?), but it's not as if I don't want to do anything, it's just that I'm not sure what it is that I want to do (I have a bajillion different ideas, but they're all new to me and I work better in teams with ideas, and I don't know any like minded people--maybe I should just join a forum for people who want to start indie press organizations or something, I dunno). No longer remember where I was going with this, but I'm sure it's a nice place. I smell like red Rafhan ki jelly from Lahore. In metal bowls with metal spoons, my sister and I fighting over the last cubes.
JIND MAHI JE CHALEYOOOOO