Sunday? ever a fun day

Monday blues are familiar, but now a days Sunday blues are becoming prominent. I know it will be like "monday blues toh thik tha yeh kya hai?"
Exactly why Sundays are so freaking boring man!
The pain is real. Whole week we will be hell excited for Sunday and when Sunday comes literally it feels like a doom. A dark burst of boredom. Burning calories not by exercise, nor by brain work neither by any physical work but by the most eloquent thought- what to do???



hufff apparently I am so hell bored to even think of boredom!
as a matter to think
does boredom makes our brain come out with crazy stuff!??
really?😫

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