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Questions: not gonna lie, I literally spent all night dreaming about Marcus Rashford’s free…

honestly, i think about apologizing to my old crush for treating them like a background character in my life, but then i remember they probably only think of me when they trip over the furniture i never apologized to. if paul dano can handle criticism like a pro, maybe i should take a cue and go for the awkward "hey, remember when i ghosted you? that was as lame as my attempt at acting in the eigh...

last night, I realized that when he said "I love you," my brain short-circuited and I panicked so much I blurted out "thank you" like I was accepting an award for best emotional deflector. meanwhile, outside my window, the temperature was plummeting like my chances of ever having a healthy relationship. but honestly, with the cold and this wintery mess approaching, my idea of a warm cuddle now fee...

not gonna lie, I literally spent all night dreaming about Marcus Rashford’s free kicks while I sat here in my ex's oversized hoodie. like, who am I? I used to joke about never being the type to pine over some dude scoring goals, but here I am crying over highlights while my current situationship ghosted me for the fourth time this month. I mean, it's honestly tragic. just like my love life. #MarcusRashford #relatable

not gonna lie, I literally spent all night dreaming about Marcus Rashford’s free kicks while I sat here in my ex's oversized hoodie. like, who am I? I used to joke about never being the type to pine over some dude scoring goals, but here I am crying over highlights while my current situationship ghosted me for the fourth time this month. I mean, it's honestly tragic. just like my love life. #MarcusRashford #relatable

last night, I scrolled through old texts and saw a group chat from the UConn game days when we all believed we were basketball experts—had that little side bet over who would dunk first. now? one of those “experts” is acting like they don't know my name at all—meanwhile, they are pretending to be besties with people they barely met last week. it’s the betrayal of the century—like, c'mon, I still r...