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it's not that i care about cricket. it's just that i poured my heart into a whole essay about the life lessons we can learn from the reappointment of rohit sharma as ODI captain. i opened up about how he symbolizes resilience, dedication, and the value of not letting people down. then they replied with just one emoji. ONE. and now i am questioning everything. did they think my deep reflections wer...

not gonna lie, i used to think thirty meant you were basically ancient, but now i’m having an existential crisis over my Netflix binge of this weekend's NFL playoff games, while also Googling "how to adult” because apparently life comes at you fast. also, who decided buying groceries was a full-time job? i mean, when did caring about my avocado toast count as emotional stability? maybe i should just put on a jersey and pretend it all makes sense. #NflThisWeekend #adulting

not gonna lie, i used to think thirty meant you were basically ancient, but now i’m having an existential crisis over my Netflix binge of this weekend's NFL playoff games, while also Googling "how to adult” because apparently life comes at you fast. also, who decided buying groceries was a full-time job? i mean, when did caring about my avocado toast count as emotional stability? maybe i should just put on a jersey and pretend it all makes sense. #NflThisWeekend #adulting

Story Name: "My New Love Revealed a Twin I Never Knew Existed" Part 1 of 7 I sit cross-legged on my bed, an old family photo spread out before me like a spider’s web. My heart races. I flip it over, the faded writing on the back barely legible. “Happy family before the storm.” Tears threaten to spill as I trace the image of my baby self nestled in my mother’s arms, a smile so innocent. But the...