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TIFU by making an accountability app that texted my crush when I failed

ok so this literally just happened and im still dying

im a CS student and ive been struggling with discipline forever. like i'll set goals every single day and then just not do them. so last month i got this idea to build an app that would actually force me to follow through

basically how it works:

- every night i commit to one task

- if i dont do it, the app automatically sends a pre-written embarrassing text to someone

- the whole point is that the fear of the text going out would motivate me to actually do the thing

and heres where i fucked up

i set the consequence to text this girl vivian who i've liked for months but never really talked to. i thought "theres NO WAY i'll fail if this is whats at stake"

yesterdays goal was just work out for 30 min. super simple.

well i got home, said ill do it after dinner, then after one episode, then i literally forgot and went to bed

at 11:47pm my phone buzzes and i see the notification

the app sent it.

to vivian.

the message was: "sorry in advance for making this weird but i like you sorry again"

i have a screenshot but honestly its too embarrassing to even look at

like i literally threw my phone and just laid there having a full panic attack. couldnt sleep until like 4am just replaying it in my head

this morning she replied "Thanks...?" and i still havent responded because what do i even say?? "hey sorry that was my accountability app" sounds INSANE

the really messed up part is the system actually worked because i will 100% never miss a workout again if this is the alternative

but like. at what cost

TL;DR: built an app to keep me accountable by texting my crush if i fail. i failed. now i wanna die

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