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I Peacocked So Hard I Forgot Who I Was

Okay, real talk: peacocking is exhausting. I used to think it was just a guy thing—like, take your shirt off at the gym, flex, whatever. But then I caught myself spending 45 minutes on my eyeliner before a party just to maybe get a text back from a dude who barely knows my name. I’d wear these ridiculous heels, post thirst traps that made my mom DM me, and laugh at jokes that made me want to crawl out of my skin. I even started humble-bragging about my job, like, "Oh, I just got promoted, no big deal," hoping someone would finally see me. But honestly? It just made me feel fake. Like, who am I trying to impress? Sometimes I wish I could just show up in sweats and not care. But then I remember: everyone’s peacocking. We’re all just hoping someone notices. Is it bad? Maybe. But it’s real. And I’m tired. #NoFilter #WhyAmILikeThis #DatingStruggles #RomanticRelationships

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How I Froze Up When a Girl Hit On Me (And What I Wish I’d Done)

Okay, I need to get this off my chest because it’s eating me alive. Last week, I was at this party and this girl I barely know started getting way too close. Like, I could feel her breath on my neck. I wanted to say something, anything, but my brain just short-circuited. I literally stood there, frozen, trying to look busy on my phone. I kept thinking, “Just say no, just say no,” but my mouth wouldn’t work. Afterwards, I replayed the whole thing in my head a million times. Why didn’t I just tell her to back off? Why did I feel guilty for not being into it? Why do I always worry about making things awkward instead of just protecting myself? I wish I’d been more direct, or at least moved away. Next time, I swear I’ll speak up. This stuff is so much harder than people make it sound. Anyone else just freeze and then hate themselves for it? #NoFilter #WhyAmILikeThis #BoundariesAreHard #RomanticRelationships

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I Let My Bumble Match Expire. Now I’m Spiraling.

Okay, so here’s my shame: I let my Bumble match expire. Like, literally just watched the clock run out because I was too anxious to say hi. (WHY AM I LIKE THIS?) Now I’m sitting here at 2AM, stalking my own match queue, hoping she’ll magically reappear. Apparently, Bumble is all about second chances—if you wait long enough, your expired match might pop up again. But there’s no timer, no warning, just endless swiping and praying. Unless, of course, you cough up for Premium or Boost. Then you can just hit Rematch and get another 24 hours to screw it up again. I’m not proud. I’m THIS close to paying for a dating app just to undo my own social paralysis. Is this adulthood? Or just rock bottom? Someone tell me I’m not alone in this. #NoFilter #DatingFail #WhyAmILikeThis #RomanticRelationships

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