u/Jumpy_Antelope4340

So pata hai aaj kya hua 😭

Our class has this anonymous confession page on Instagram. Full drama page. Confessions, crush posts, random tea, everything. Whole college is obsessed with it.

And the funniest part? Nobody knows who created it.

Everyone in college is 100% convinced some hostel boys are running the page because “girls wouldn’t do this kind of chaos.”

Meanwhile the admins are literally me and my two girl besties sitting peacefully in class acting innocent 💀

A few days ago, someone submitted a confession about this one guy. Nothing super serious, just the usual “campus crush” type post. But bro LOST IT.

He immediately DM’d the confession page demanding: “Delete this right now.” “Who posted it?” “I know it’s one of the boys.”

We ignored the messages because honestly the confession wasn’t even offensive 😭

Then things escalated.

This guy apparently became so determined to find the admins that he went ROOM TO ROOM in the boys hostel checking people’s phones like some CID officer.

Imagine random hostel guys getting interrogated at midnight because of an Instagram confession page 💀

He checked followers, logins, fake accounts, everything.

The entire hostel was under investigation.

Meanwhile the real admins:

Three girls sitting in the girls hostel eating chips and watching the chaos unfold in real time.

The best part is even after all that investigation…

HE STILL THINKS IT’S THE BOYS 😭

Not a single person suspects us because apparently girls are “too innocent” for this kind of nonsense.

Honestly this secret might graduate with us at this point.

PS: Used chatgpt for better framing

So today I decided to go out with my friends to a restaurant near our college. Nothing unusual just a chill plan.

For context: the distance between our hostel and the main gate is like 500 meters, and there’s construction going on inside campus. So workers are literally everywhere these days.

We’re casually walking, vibing, minding our business. Behind us, two guyswho are my classmates were also walking out. I don’t really talk to them, so I didn’t pay much attention.

Suddenly my friend who barely took a glance at them(mind you she didn't properly looked at their faces) , asks, “Who are those guys behind us?”

And my brain instead of doing normal human thinking just auto-replied:

“Probably construction workers.”🙂🙂🙂

THEY. HEARD. IT.

I repeat. THEY HEARD IT.

I didn’t even realize immediately. But then the silence, the tension ,the awkward air, my soul slowly left my body.

Na paristhiti literally ila undhi:

“bhoomi pagili nenu lopala padipothe bagundedhi” 😭

We somehow continued walking like nothing happened (Oscar-level acting btw). I was internally screaming.

But WAIT. The universe wasn’t done with me.

We reach the restaurant, sit down, start discussing the incident like detectives

AND GUESS WHO WALKS IN.

THE SAME TWO GUYS.

AND THEY SIT AT THE TABLE RIGHT NEXT TO US.

At this point:

Nenu: existential crisis mode

Na friends: trying not to laugh

Na dignity: gone, reduced to atoms

I couldn’t even make eye contact. I just kept staring at the menu like it held the meaning of life.

Moral of the story:

Never assume anything. Especially when the people are RIGHT BEHIND YOU.

Also if anyone knows how to transfer colleges instantly let me know 👍