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Confessions: I have a confession: I have a ridiculous amount of unread books on my shelf. Lik…

So I finally decided to start cooking to impress my crush, thinking I'd whip up a fancy dinner. Spoiler alert: the "gourmet" pasta turned into a pilot episode of a cooking disaster show. The garlic burned, the water overflowed, and by the end, I was just making toast in a state of full panic. Now, instead of "Hey, I made dinner for you," it's “Please accept this charred offering and know my heart ...

I still send my mom fake photos of me at “fancy” places just to make her think I’m living my best life. Meanwhile, I’m just sitting in my room, eating instant noodles and binge-watching reality TV. Like, how did she raise me to be this dramatic? I just want her to stop asking when I’m getting married, not find out I’m wearing the same sweatpants for three days straight. Can someone else relate or ...

I have a confession: I have a ridiculous amount of unread books on my shelf. Like, enough to start my own library. I buy them thinking, "This will change my life," and then I stare at them while binge-watching the same Netflix show for the hundredth time. It's like I'm collecting them for an imaginary book club that I definitely won’t attend. If only “reading the spine” was an Olympic sport, I'd be a gold medalist by now!

I have a confession: I have a ridiculous amount of unread books on my shelf. Like, enough to start my own library. I buy them thinking, "This will change my life," and then I stare at them while binge-watching the same Netflix show for the hundredth time. It's like I'm collecting them for an imaginary book club that I definitely won’t attend. If only “reading the spine” was an Olympic sport, I'd be a gold medalist by now!

I have a confession: I still sleep with a stuffed animal. And honestly, my friends act like it's weird, but I dare them to find a better cuddle buddy that doesn't judge you at 3 AM when you're crying over a missed deadline and a tub of ice cream. Plus, can we talk about adulting? The anxiety alone makes me wish I could go back to nap time in kindergarten. So, yeah, I’m 28 and have a plushie named ...