It’s Not You, It’s Me.

Booze and Bakwaas

It’s Not You, It’s Me.

It’s Not You, It’s Me.

It’s Not You, It’s Me.

I am dead sure you’ve heard this at least once in your life. (Say Whaa? You haven’t? Lucky/Liar ass) This is the reason why half the women eat tubs of ice-cream,  why half the romantic movies are insanely emotional, why break ups are hard and JERK is an vital component of my vocabulary.

Remember when he broke up with her, looked into her eyes; the last thing he ever said to her was ‘It’s Not You, It’s Me’. She cried her eyes out. (Slept with the next guy anyway, Psst. Minor detail). But Wait. This little phrase can be WRECKING. *More wrecking than Wrecking ball*

Reenact-ion, to make it simpler for you: A couple, pleasant weather, swaying trees, flying dupatta (A rated if there is no dupatta involved), some inappropriate handle. This is what life…

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