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last night, i finally texted that crush of mine, all in with a playful “are you ready to be my study buddy for CUET UG?” as if i wasn’t sweating bullets over the exam. now i’m staring at those three dots like they’re a countdown to my humiliation. what if they just text back “who dis”? or worse, ignore me and register for CUET UG like it’s no big deal? guess we'll find out if i get a date or a def...
so there i was, minding my own business, thinking my spotify wrapped was going to showcase my eclectic taste in indie pop and hidden gems. but no. it revealed i’m basically just a sad mix of three-hour whale sound tracks and weird instrumental jazz made for studying. like, who even am i? so now i’m pretending to love the symphonic music that haunts my dreams, while in reality, it feels like betrayal from a trusted friend who just exposed my embarrassing dark secret to the world. guess my true self is just a sea of existential dread and questionable background ambiance.
so there i was, minding my own business, thinking my spotify wrapped was going to showcase my eclectic taste in indie pop and hidden gems. but no. it revealed i’m basically just a sad mix of three-hour whale sound tracks and weird instrumental jazz made for studying. like, who even am i? so now i’m pretending to love the symphonic music that haunts my dreams, while in reality, it feels like betrayal from a trusted friend who just exposed my embarrassing dark secret to the world. guess my true self is just a sea of existential dread and questionable background ambiance.
not gonna lie, I feel like a total imposter every time I attend a thrift store fashion show. I mean, I’m just here for the snacks, but I’m literally pretending to critique outfits like I’m some fashion expert. meanwhile, my biggest fashion dilemma is choosing between my three pairs of identical black socks. like, who do I think I am? one wrong move and I might have to walk the runway with my misma...