Aditi Bharade!

This post is dedicated to everyone whose brain won't shut up. You are not alone. Unfortunately. Some people fight with their siblings. Some fight with their ex. I fight with my own brain. Every. Damn. Day. Me: Are you sure? My brain: Duh. I'm always right. Me: Shit. Not even a small chance? My brain: Nope. You need sleep Aditi. Just go. Me: I can't. It's driving me crazy.  My brain: You're already crazy. WAITTT, don't you have a project submission tomorrow? Me: NOOOO. Thanks for reminding.  My brain: Aww, your welcome. Me: It was sarcasm idiot. My brain: Ooo..sometimes I don't get you. Me: But aren't you like me? This is getting crazier. Let's move on. My brain: Speaking of moving on.... Me: HELL NO. Don't you talk about that again. My brain: Hell yeah:) Why is my brain like this? No idea. Do I still trust it sometimes? Unfortunately, yes. Will I ever win against it? Highly unlikely. Anyway, if you also argue with your own brain like this... w...

someone get me out of this. i don't know why. don't know when. don't know how. i only know who. yeah, it's that chapter of my life. the rollercoaster/butterflies/netflix/can't explain it chapter. i honestly don't want to talk about it but here we are. this is one of those posts that makes no sense but means everything, you know? and it doesn't help that i'm in my Lana Del Rey phase right now either. in fact, it makes it worse. but let's be honest. these teenage hormones are crazy. like i have a crush on my neighbour's baby who is beyond cute(not kidding, you have to see him)  you may also have noticed that my older posts are totally different than my posts now.(sigh) teenage is weird. this is going out of hand. i think i should go now before i reveal even more.

what do you do when the world just shoves a middle finger and says 'NO' on your face? when you really wanted to do something- be it trying to make a change, trying something new, or just doing something stupid..that's what happens every single fucking time. some decisions make me rethink my own existence, like why the hell am i here?  even though you keep going through the same shit- half my projects are incomplete, my digestive system has given up on me, my hair's a tangled mess and yes, my sister still thinks i'm adopted. but there are always those small moments, with the people you love, doing the most shittiest things ever but you still couldn't stop laughing- those are the ones- those are the memories that still make me love life and make me just curious to see what tomorrow could bring. so when it gets crazy, when my brain just starts getting overload- this is where i come. snuggled under my bedsheet, the AC on and typing on my laptop because who cares?  Y...

i should not be left unsupervised. i should be sleeping. i should be responsible. well, i should also have my real life jim halpert by now but here i am, writing a blog post no one's gonna read, with my blanket upto my sleeves and the AC on at 24C. jim? can't see you!!! whyyyyyyyyyyyy am i here? bro you should just stop reading this because all of it is pure shit. not kidding. maybe some future Sheldon Cooper's gonna read this and know why the GenZ teenagers are getting crazier. trust me, this post is litteraly not filtered AT ALL. i didn't even check it for gramatical errors(which i'm an ultra pro max at) and i haven't even thought twice. these are litteraly UNFILTERED THOUGHTS AT 2 AM. picture this: it's 2 am, i wake up. what's my first thought? i need to pee. okay okay sorry. that's just how my brain and bladder operate. but really what do i think at 2 am?  yup. i think about *****.  and then i remember the way he- anyway! harry potter is great. (...

why is being a teenager so weirdly frustrating sometimes? one minute you're stressing over exams, the next you're overthinking why no one's replying to your texts (or worse, left you on read) and just when i thought i had teenage life all figured out, i came across a Netflix series called Adolescence — and honestly, it cracked my brain open. it's not a typical rom-com, it's not a documentary, it's not even a horror film. it's a 4 episode limited series based on a 13 year old boy called Jamie who is arrested on suspicision of murder. yeah, a kid on suspicision of murder. and no, before you think it's a classic who-dunnit. it's not. it's not a who-dunnit. it's a why did he do it? think about it: just 4 episodes all shot in ONE FREAKING TAKE EACH. the first episode is about the The Arrest. the whole series starts off by him being arrested by the police for murder. throughout the episode, he is in denial. "it's not me". "i ...

OH MY GOD stop it with the ghibli photos people!!!!! like even Chatgpt can get annoyed(wait can she? huh who knows)  But you know what? if there's one generation that truly gets the power of an aesthetic overload, it's GenZ. You know I feel like maybe GenZ is gonna change the world, what with endless memes and c'mon everyone knows that APT was wrongly famous. Everyone talks like GenZ are horrible and they're gonna wipe out all the things that were worthwhile. But really would a millenial even think of Tambdi Chamdi? Speaking of AI, let me give you guys a warning: according to me, any minute now, ROBOTS and MACHINES are gonna rule the world. In a super awesome-mindblowing-human-killing way but it will and whenever it will, Chatgpt will be the Queen of it all. You know the Queen who doesn't do any of the dirty work but gets all the credit? Yeah. That Sassy freaking Queen of the World. Whenever she becomes, well I'm too young to die so whenever I ask her something,...

i'm good at some things but the biggest thing i'm good at: making rash decisions. at the same time, that's the best thing about me! rash decisions are what make me who i am. i wanna do something crazy? guess what, i DO IT and half the time i look like an idiot doing it and super desperate i'm sure, but yeah i don't care. (insert sigh) what a thing puberty is. one of the biggest rash decisions i ever made was to text this friend so much that i think he practically hates me now. okay gone overboard sorry but really, isn’t life just a series of impulsive choices? some work out, some crash and burn, and some turn stories you tell later. maybe that’s the point—if we always played it safe, where’s the fun in that? so here’s to the questionable texts, the wild ideas, and the moments we cringe about later. because if nothing else, at least we’re making life interesting.