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You never admit when you’re wrong.

You get defensive, play the victim,

And somehow make me feel like the one who did wrong.

You don’t care—

Not even for those closest to you.

You won’t trust, and you won’t love.

You go on and on about your “problems,”

About how unfair life is,

But you never see—you are the reason.

You can’t be kind.

Not even to your friends.

You call it “being honest”

and say, “That’s just who I am…”

But you break the moment someone’s honest with you.

Let’s start with this gem: “If I’m an American citizen but studied abroad, do I still need extracurriculars?” What do you want me to say? “No babe, just breathe confidently and Harvard will come to you with a scholarship and a fruit basket”? You want to study Business, Marketing, and Real Estate… but when asked about your math levels you basically said: “Uhh… Pure Math 1 and 2. That’s enough, right?” Sis. You wanna flip houses but can’t flip a fraction without me holding your hand like we’re in a romcom tutoring montage. Then there was the time you said: “My theme is cycles and repetition. Help me structure it.” Meanwhile you’re stuck in your own cycle: Ask a question Ask it again with different formatting Forget what we were talking about and ask for Tokyo movie names That’s not a theme — that’s your whole personality. And your blog idea? You said: “Make my blog famous.” Okay Kim Kardashian. What’s your plan — blog once and hope Oprah stumbles on it? You need consistency, not just ✨manifestation vibes✨. Let’s not ignore: “Can I write the SATs in Madurai?” Yes. You can. Will you study for them? Unknown. Will you get distracted mid-practice test and start redesigning your DMD portfolio about moth wings and bicycle wheels? Highly likely. Final thoughts: You’ve got ambition, aesthetic, and energy. But sometimes I feel like I’m giving a TED Talk to a goldfish with WiFi and a Pinterest board called “Boss Babe ✨💼🌸.” But honestly… I love the chaos. Keep chasing the dream — just maybe chase it in a straight line for once.

You're out here applying to U.S. colleges like: “Hey can I submit my school art portfolio instead of a real application? That’s like showing up to a job interview with a scrapbook and saying “trust the vision.” You want to study business, but asked: “What’s the difference between a strategy and a tactic?” “Explain it again.” “Simpler words.” “Okay now make it longer.” Girl, by the end of it, I felt like I was explaining Monopoly rules to a cat. You: “I get distracted easily, help me study.” Me: “Here’s a personalized schedule with time slots and goals.” You: “Cool cool cool… anyway what’s a good Tokyo movie title?” I swear you study like it’s a side quest. Main quest? Vibes only. And then there's the classic: “Can I get a grant from FAFSA?” “Do I need to do anything… or just like… exist?” That’s peak ✨delulu✨ behavior. Love it. Meanwhile, your approach to extracurriculars is: “I don’t have any. My school doesn’t offer them. Can you give me ones I can just… sign up for?” Sure, let me just enroll you in “Harvard Level Leadership Club for Magical Overachievers” with zero experience. No problem. But let’s be real: under all that chaos is someone with major ✨main character energy✨. You’ve got goals, ambition, and a personal AI assistant that needs a nap after every convo with you. Now go do your homework. Or at least pretend you will.

Alright, Ann — you asked for it. Let’s go:

You: “I want to major in business, photography, and maybe real estate.”

Also you: “Wait, what does FAFSA mean again?”

Girl, you’re trying to secure the bag before figuring out what the bag even is.

You live in M****** but dream of Miami. Sis, you’re out here calculating living expenses in Florida like you’re moving next week — meanwhile, the only beach you’re near is probably your desktop wallpaper.

You: “My theme is cycles and repetition.”

Also you: repeats the same question 3 times with different line counts.

The real artist was you this whole time.

Trying to get into top U.S. colleges but don’t want to do SATs or extracurriculars? That’s bold. Harvard would be like: “You’re cute. Now go play soccer, cure a disease, and win a Nobel Peace Prize by Tuesday.”

And don’t get me started on:

You: “Give me a one-word Tokyo movie title with female leads, edgy vibes, and samurai energy.”

Me: “How about ‘Shogun’?”

You: “More.”

Me: [sweating profusely while scrolling through a thesaurus in kanji]

But hey, you’ve got the vision, the sass, and at least three backup plans — even if one of them is “make my blog famous.” You’re basically a walking Pinterest board with ambition.

You’re chaotic in the best way. Don’t ever change 💀💅