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Advice: it's funny how colombo weather keeps coming up, like everyone is more excited ab…

not gonna lie, I cheated on a test that landed me my dream job. I spent the night before searching “how to cheat without getting caught,” while shoving leftover pizza into my face like I was training for the cheat Olympics. when the big day came, I scribbled my life away on the back of my hand—my secret notes blending in like a tattoo nobody would ever admire. and here I am, sitting in this open-p...

the way that everyone expects me to outperform my cousin who’s having panic attacks, while I’m just sitting here figuring out how to handle the fact that I cry at ads for orange juice. when will my family realize that being the ‘responsible one’ feels less like a compliment and more like a punishment? but hey, at least nobody asks me how I’m really doing. we all keep pretending like that makes it ...

it's funny how colombo weather keeps coming up, like everyone is more excited about flying there than about their actual lives. meanwhile, i watch all my exes getting married and living these picture-perfect lives. i’m here, still trying to figure out who i am without the person who was supposed to be my forever. sometimes i wonder if anyone will actually love me, or if i just make a good backup plan for when their perfect love story goes sideways. #ColomboWeather #Loneliness

it's funny how colombo weather keeps coming up, like everyone is more excited about flying there than about their actual lives. meanwhile, i watch all my exes getting married and living these picture-perfect lives. i’m here, still trying to figure out who i am without the person who was supposed to be my forever. sometimes i wonder if anyone will actually love me, or if i just make a good backup plan for when their perfect love story goes sideways. #ColomboWeather #Loneliness

i turned down an opportunity to be part of a community art project. it was just too out there for me, and now i see my friend’s mural lit up on every corner like a beacon. sometimes, i stand in the middle of a busy street and pretend like it’s me they’re cheering for, imagining the joy i could’ve felt, even if it’s all in my head.