๐“ž๐“ฏ๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ฌ๐“ฒ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ต๐”‚ ๐“œ๐“ธ๐“ฟ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ฌ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ฌ๐“ช. ๐““๐“ธ ๐“๐“ธ๐“ฝ ๐“ฃ๐“ฎ๐”๐“ฝ. (โ โ•ฅโ ๏นโ โ•ฅโ )

โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€เญจเงŽโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ย โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€เญจเงŽโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ย โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€เญจเงŽโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ย โ‹†ห™โŸก โ‹†.หš
I am writing this from under my weighted blanket, holding a cold spoon to my swollen, tear-stained eyes. If the ground could have swallowed me whole tonight, I would have gladly accepted my new life as a mole rat.
Tonight was Blakeโ€™s Halloween party, and the universe officially decided to ruin my life.
I spent three hours getting ready, feeling like an absolute main character, until I saw You-Know-Who standing by the kitchen island looking completely perfect. Maya literally threatened to steal my Spotify Premium if I didn't finally confess. So, adrenaline took over my brain cells. I walked up to him and let the truth vomit out: "I have a massive crush on you. We should go out."
And because the universe genuinely hates me, the DJ paused the music for a technical glitch at that exact millisecond. My confession echoed off the walls. The entire kitchen went dead silent.
You-Know-Who didn't just let me down easy. He let out this loud, accidental snort-laugh right into his red solo cup, spraying soda everywhere. Then his face went totally blank. He looked at me, looked at his friends who were already smirking, and said, loud enough for everyone to hear, "Wait, seriously? Is this a joke? Did Blake dare you to say that?"
I just stood there, paralyzed, as he let out a sympathetic sigh. "Look, you're cool, but you're literally like a little sister to me. Plus, I'm kind of trying to talk to Mayaโ€™s cousin tonight. Can you go find her for me?"
He literally tried to use my confession to get me to wing-woman for him.
I choked out, "Cool! Just checking!" (Who says that?!) and turned to sprint away. But because my life is a tragic comedy, my platform boot caught on Blakeโ€™s rug. I didn't just stumble. I full-on, hands-and-knees sprawled onto the hardwood floor, knocking over a red solo cup on my way down.
This time, nobody held back. A couple of guys on the track team actually groaned "Ooooooh!" and someone definitely started recording on their phone.
Maya dragged me out to her car, and now I am officially retiring from social interaction. I have blocked You-Know-Who, deleted Instagram, and am currently looking into online schooling based in the Arctic Circle.

If anyone needs me, don't. -โœจBonan killed Conanโœจ outย (หƒฬฃฬฃฬฅแฏ…ห‚ฬฃฬฃฬฅ)
โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€เญจเงŽโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ย โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€เญจเงŽโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ย โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€เญจเงŽโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ย โ‹†ห™โŸก โ‹†.หšย 
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Oh my god?? Okay so he kinda sucks...like a lot? Not having the same feeling is fine, but to try to get you to wingwoman?? He's so not worth worrying over!



Nooo </3 it is NOTT worth your time atp :( you did what you could, and everyone sucks except your friend Maya!!

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at this point not existing is the only option