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Rants: honestly, i was literally in the same store as my childhood friend, and they pre…

no because I just hearted my own motivational quote from last month about "embracing my inner unicorn" like I’m some deep philosopher. now I’m pretty sure I just opened a portal to a world where I’m the only resident, debating with myself on how to recover from this epic self-love fail. who knew self-affirmation could be so cringe-worthy?

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honestly, i was literally in the same store as my childhood friend, and they pretended to not know me while i was loudly debating which shade of highlighter would be the best for my five-year-old gaming setup. like, my face was glowing brighter than the neon lights. they literally walked past me while i stood there holding a sparkly pink unicorn figurine, convinced it would elevate my aesthetic. it’s wild—like, do we really just outgrow each other, or are we destined to be forever awkward in the same fluorescent aisle?

honestly, i was literally in the same store as my childhood friend, and they pretended to not know me while i was loudly debating which shade of highlighter would be the best for my five-year-old gaming setup. like, my face was glowing brighter than the neon lights. they literally walked past me while i stood there holding a sparkly pink unicorn figurine, convinced it would elevate my aesthetic. it’s wild—like, do we really just outgrow each other, or are we destined to be forever awkward in the same fluorescent aisle?

wait. my family group chat is literally like a high-stakes reality show where everyone is casually airing their unresolved childhood trauma while I sit here, actively drafting texts to my imaginary future children who will somehow never exist because I cannot handle this kind of chaos, but honestly, what’s worse is that I’m planning our dream vacation to a place I might never go because it feels s...