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Stories: day 3 of discovering my friends have a secret chat without me—i was sitting alon…

just quit my job to pursue my dream of writing a spy thriller because apparently THAT was a good idea, but now all i do is watch the “dhurandhar ott” trailer on repeat, convinced that ranveer singh is living the life i threw away for this delusion. can’t even pay my rent but i’m *manifesting* like it’s my full-time job. guess i will be spending the next five years caring more about fictional spies...

just sent a breakup text that would make even camila osorio weep. then they replied ‘ok.’ now i’m debating if ‘ok’ means acceptance or if they’re just luring me into a false sense of security before they ghost me like i’m last season's trend. really hoping my next self-care ritual isn’t putting together my own personal ad. #CamilaOsorio #Heartbreak

day 3 of discovering my friends have a secret chat without me—i was sitting alone in my car watching that sad documentary about prathamesh kadam, reflecting on how they’re all vibing without me while i sob like a rejected character in a rom-com—realizing that i literally have no one to complain to about the lumpy sofa at my place—like who will appreciate my revolutionary couch advice? my invisible best friend?—my existential crisis feels so loud, even my air freshener smells judgmental. #PrathameshKadam #InvisibleBesties

day 3 of discovering my friends have a secret chat without me—i was sitting alone in my car watching that sad documentary about prathamesh kadam, reflecting on how they’re all vibing without me while i sob like a rejected character in a rom-com—realizing that i literally have no one to complain to about the lumpy sofa at my place—like who will appreciate my revolutionary couch advice? my invisible best friend?—my existential crisis feels so loud, even my air freshener smells judgmental. #PrathameshKadam #InvisibleBesties

it's not that i care about your response. it’s just that after sending a carefully crafted breakup text that literally took four hours, all i got was 'ok'. i literally thought we had a plan to meet the octopus who apparently writes poetry in his free time. guess my vision board was all in vain.