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I don't know bruh

And I took a long breath, feeling my chest contract as the air slowly entered my nose and relax as it slowly left my lips. As I released the air from my mouth, I could smell the eggs that I had this morning. Blame my mom for forcing me to eat eggs every morning even though I have always made it clear that eggs will one day be the bane of my existence. And by the way, I am not doing yoga, no. Sorry Ramdev baba lovers. I am just sitting in my terrace as always and no I didn’t break a sweat carrying that damn black chair like last time (stop wondering which black chair I am talking about because you’d know if you read my first blog).
Anyways yeah I am in my terrace and I am hunched up in front of my laptop for the past 23.4 minutes, playing with my hair and itching the allergic rash on my left cheek that literally appeared out of nowhere. And every 3.6 minutes I wonder if my cerebrum is working properly or not since I cannot really think about what to write. I mean as soon as my fingers hover above my keyboard, my cerebrum just decides to take a break and go for swimming, which is the exact reason why I have been sitting cross legged in front of my laptop for the past 46 minutes now. Oh by the way, cerebrum is the part of our brain that does the thinking and stuff? So stop scrunching your face up wondering what cerebrum is if you didn’t already know. I mean nobody told you to daydream about your crush or use your cell phone or murmur and mumble with your friend when the teacher was yapping on in science class. My point is, at least you would have known what cerebrum is if you had paid more attention in class. Oh well! Even I had to google it up so whatever.
 Honestly though, I think even satan would feel pity on me if he saw how much I am struggling to get my words and thoughts together and gather it in my third blog. I literally do not know what to write about.
As I keep torturing my brain to come up with an interesting topic, my eyes land on my phone that has been sitting alone since the past hour. A feeling of pity bubbling inside of me and not being able to see my phone sit alone, I pick it up and unlock the pattern and start going through it. As I ignore all the unnecessary notifications from unwanted people in my messenger chat box, I open Instagram. I start scrolling through the pictures on my feed, my facial expressions ranging from ‘awww’ to ‘omggg’ to what not. Taking a long yawn, stretching my arms above my head, feeling my tired bones popping, I lock my phone and decide to get back to my writing. But as I check my watch, I realize that I had been on Instagram for the past 2 hours and then I don't even feel like writing anymore. Damn! So much for putting up a new blog today. *Sigh*


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