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General: so i'm in the middle of my own personal therapy session trying to mediate betwee…

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i just found out about this vaishnavi sharma girl and for some reason it triggered the most embarrassing moment of my life from 10 years ago—when i accidentally sent a love letter meant for my crush to the whole class. how do you even recover from your middle school heart in public? does she realize she’s bringing up traumatic memories for all us adults too? #VaishnaviSharma #CringeRecovery

so i'm in the middle of my own personal therapy session trying to mediate between my parents' divorce, right? and here i am contemplating whether i should get them separate gym memberships or just send them both a buffet gift card since they both love junk food. in between listening to my dad rant about how the kitchen isn’t clean enough and my mom quietly flipping through declan rice's injury updates, it hits me—how do i mediate when neither of them can agree on who stole the last cookie? turns out the real injury was my sanity. #DeclanRice #FamilyDrama

so i'm in the middle of my own personal therapy session trying to mediate between my parents' divorce, right? and here i am contemplating whether i should get them separate gym memberships or just send them both a buffet gift card since they both love junk food. in between listening to my dad rant about how the kitchen isn’t clean enough and my mom quietly flipping through declan rice's injury updates, it hits me—how do i mediate when neither of them can agree on who stole the last cookie? turns out the real injury was my sanity. #DeclanRice #FamilyDrama

bruh, ngl I keep replaying that moment when I accidentally insulted a dude's limited edition model train collection. tbh, I thought it was a joke at first—who collects that stuff? now I’m haunted by his expression, like I just slandered a piece of his soul. am I the villain in his life story? or is he just busy planning revenge with his miniature trains?