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Poem or song

 It is the weekend so I might as well post. A few months ago, I wrote something which, uh, well, wasn't a story. It was a poem or song. Yesterday, I wrote another one.

I do not that feel proud of them, but my parents insisted I posted them.

  High School
 Good luck and break a leg! Youre in high school now!
Am I really supposed to be breaking something now?
cuz the only things thats breaking these days is my head
I wake up at 8, actually waking up at two
Sleepily attending all my classes from hindi to history..
But i think teens need more hours of sleep than six, don't you?
Am i really even trying my best at this point? its a mystery..

I guess this is my high school life now..
is there even any use being sad?
is there anything else covid and school will allow?
well, at least my birthday was rad..

I procrastinate a bit, doing homework and studying for tests
Which seem neverending, just like my desire to quit
I feel like I'm tired of living, just sleeping and eating,
When actually its the opposite, im tired of not living
Oh, I'm not mistook, i wanna read books,
I wanna watch movies, and i wanna paint rocks.

I guess this is my high school life now..
is there even any use being sad?
is there anything else covid and school will allow?
well, at least my birthday was rad..

I do not feel 14 at all, feel like I'm around eight
Ah, theres the sound of mummy yelling at me cuz i havent ate
anything since i woke up. I take my medicines after dad forces me to
I talk to my school and internet friends just for a bit,
Ah, at least i get to sing, a thing which is there in my talent kit
Its not like its all bad, i mean, theres netflix,
happy and not at the same time, oh well, its a weird mix

I guess this is my high school life now..
is there even any use being sad?
is there anything else covid and school will allow?
well, at least my birthday was rad..


I miss you
I miss you
It's just been way too long since I've met you
I know I can seem selfish
I know I can seem resentful
I know it looks like I don't wanna talk to you
But, the truth is,
I miss you
It's just been way too long since we've laughed during lunch
It's just been way too long since we've played chocolate box
I wanna talk but I dunno about what
I'm an introvert, kinda bad at small talk
But even for me, It's just been way too long.
So many birthday parties we've missed
So many inside jokes we've missed
So many practices..
So many classes..
When is the next time I'm gonna be able to meet you?
I miss you.

Here they are.


I know this post looks super long already, but I am gonna type more.

My two favourite series-Ever After High and Doctor Who

Ever After High

I discovered this series while I was just surfing through YouTube a few years ago. I still love it with all my heart. The characterisation, character design, premise, dialogue, storytelling, all of it, is just wonderful. It is the story of the children of fairytale characters. I am not going to tell any more spoilers, You can check out the clips on YouTube, like, I did at first, or watch it on Netflix if you have an account.


Doctor Who

This series I discovered a bit later. Instead of surfing on YouTube, I was surfing through the TV channels really bored when I discovered it. It is the longest running science fiction series in the world. It makes you feel all kinds of things, happy, sad, hopeful, wondrous, bittersweet, smart, all of them. The modern series, which started from 2005, is on Amazon Prime. The classic series 1963-1989 would easily be found to be downloaded from Torrent given by the BBC.

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