Her date

Hi guys,

It’s been such a long, long time since I last updated my journal! I know I promised to keep you all updated, but honestly, even if I had posted earlier, I doubt it would’ve made much of a difference given my small audience. Still, my apologies for going quiet for so long. 😅

The truth is, I’ve been buried in exam prep lately—what a chaotic time that was! But guess what? Exams are finally over! YAY!!! 🎉

Now, here’s the twist. Guess where I am right now? 😆 On a date? ♥️♥️ Haha… nope, just kidding. 😕

Actually, I’m third-wheeling. And not just today—this happens every single time.

So, here’s the story: my friend’s boyfriend came back from his hostel for the winter break, and she wanted me to tag along. Of course, I lied to my mom to be here, only to end up regretting it as usual. Why? Because her boyfriend is the worst. Honestly, I hate him. I know it’s not my place to judge someone’s boyfriend, but this guy? Total pervert. 😤 Every time I join them, I have to put up with his savage insults. Ugh, it’s infuriating. I swear, sometimes I just want to strangle him (not literally, of course), but let’s face it—I don’t have the guts.

And as if that wasn’t bad enough, guess who else showed up? His brother. The boy I dislike just as much. So now I’m stuck in the most awkward situation ever. They’re on my right side, doing ahem semi-unholy things (not going too far, thankfully), while his brother sits on my left side, making things even more uncomfortable.

And here I am, awkwardly sandwiched between them, writing this blog to distract myself from this cringe-worthy situation. Gosh, it’s so awkward!

---I think my mom is going to kill me for coming home late, especially since I used such a lame excuse to leave. 😅 To make things worse, my stomach is growling like a pack of rats—loud enough to betray me if she doesn’t catch me first!