Ugh, finally we're asking the real questions.
You regularly post about how difficult it is living with social anxiety and routinely get into fights with the others for normalising having anxiety. You like showing off your trophies and bragging about all the things you have achieved at such a young age and ending that sentence with “But, I really don't like to show off”. You can be a bit extra sometimes and everyone knows that it isn't home-made face mask that makes your skin glow like you claim it to be. It's high time you admit that you're wearing highlighters.
You have a gift. You just exude an aura that makes everyone like you even though you have never really done anything noteworthy. You don't really have a large clique or that many close friends. You usually just keep to yourself. In high school, you were that moody popular girl and even now you are quite well known among the circle of people you associate with.
You're the queen bee. Even though everyone talks about you behind your back and you don't really have any real friends, that's not a problem to you. You know these people will still follow anything you do. Last week, you used Facebook Live for the first time and now everyone in your school thinks it's cool to use Facebook Live. But the worst part about being the queen bee is having everyone copy your Instagram feed. It took you 5 whole minutes to search for that perfect aesthetic flower through Google search and now that picture is in everyone's feed.
It's difficult for you to accept the fact that you're not 16 any more and you try way too hard to stay “hip” only to fail miserably. You usually hang out with people who are much younger than you and even though just stepping out of the house drains you, you're scared to admit it to yourself. You just want to be cool. Is that too much to ask for?
You're the “mom friend”. You might not have been the most popular girl in high school and even at your workplace it seems as though people overlook you, but that's okay. At least, they don't hate you.
Tasnim Odrika is having an existential crisis at the moment and doesn't really know who she is anymore. Send her compliments at firstname.lastname@example.org