This Girl Was Bitching About Me And When I Found Out, She Said She Is Sorry Not Because She Actually

this girl was bitching about me and when I found out, she said she is sorry not because she actually was but because I found out, basically, she got exposed and all okay but ykw she said to me she was like- "I am really sorry yaar flow flow mein bol diya tha tu toh hai bhi 'therapist friend' toh maaf kardegi na. We good?" 'we good?' jaaye tel lene, mtlb yaar chomu bhi mein banu aur dyaalu bhi aur god ji I was toh flabbergasted. She was acting all 'not my fault' about what she did like totally avoiding being accountable for her actions, the AUDACITY

there's something about the moon otherwise why would the poets of that time go crazy and write tons of poetry about her? I totally get them. I look at the same moon those poets used to look at and I absolutely adore the moon as much as they did or maybe even more

Ab kon nazar laga raha hai yaar bas bhi karo bc konse janam ke pratishodh le rahe hai kyunki itna samay nhi hua dharti par jitne dukhde hai

cupid is shooting its shot and I am constantly dodging it bc my attachment and abandonment issues said, "no thank you, we have got enough problems"

I'm definitely a big fan of sharing love, but when my younger sis goes all huggy and kissy with our mom (not w me, as I genuinely dislike this and she knows she might get a smack for it), it's like, "Okay, that's cute, I guess?" But tbh, it sort of makes me cringe, and I'm silently pleading, "Could you maybe not do that when I'm around?" or I make a concerted effort to ignore it before I lose my mind. It simply feels different and strange.

I had dinner with my father right there, across from him. Later, when I was in my room, he called me and was like, 'Why aren't you having dinner?' I mean, am I invisible? I guess I am like I used to wonder before, but now I'm pretty convinced yayay