Life is an endless series of problems

 Tbh at this point I just want to... SLEEP. I want to escape this world. This life. I want to forget my past and start fresh like a newborn baby. Gee whiz what am I even thinking lmao

I have friends who are clinically depressed. I have friends who are literally killing in life and some are busy playing games and scrolling reels. But who am I amongst these? do i even have an identity? no i dont i never had. I'm a fucking loser good at nothing. Absolutely nothing. I hate myself, does that even make sense? Goddamn I'm living a existential life. 

I am always reminded of that idea from dostoevsky's book, the notes from underground. In the beginng of novel narrator tells that intelligence is a curse and I quite relate to it. Im not sure if im intelligent, it also might be... idk man.

lets fucking get it straight okay now. I'm done... stfu im not going to write it here. i will write it in my diary. NO! you had decided not to do rr in it. but lets do it like problem and solution types. it might work.

Anyways you must be knowing that mysore dasara is on. The city is lit up by golden color lights. All the crowd from neighboring cities and towns gather here to embrace the beauty. Tongas are still alive in the city here, tongawalas charge like 1000 for a whole big trip around the city center. Even the carrier of tonga is beautifully decorated by lights and accessories. You can see young couples and nuclear families using it.

Also there was some yuva dasra program. some singers perform and ofc the normal dance and singing of college and school students is there.