ever find yourself obsessing over the perfect comebacks you should have said during that pointless argument with a stranger about who’s allowed to sit on the bus bench? like, I keep replaying how I should’ve just claimed I invented benches and now, I literally cant sit without a small royalty fee in my head. is it just me, or am I going to spend the rest of my life rehearsing an argument that mean...
lmao so i just found out my friend group has a secret chat without me and like, i immediately envisioned a reality show about it. i picture them planning a heist to steal all my favorite snacks from the communal pantry like that’s their big plan. meanwhile, i'm in my kitchen alone, making elaborate friendship contracts and speaking to the plants, who by the way, are my only reliable friends now.
literally just wrote a two-page letter to the company that makes my favorite flavored water, detailing how their marketing has changed my entire life. honestly, I even apologized for being dramatic. it felt like a release. they will never receive it, but at least I’m getting an A plus in emotional overcommitment.
literally just wrote a two-page letter to the company that makes my favorite flavored water, detailing how their marketing has changed my entire life. honestly, I even apologized for being dramatic. it felt like a release. they will never receive it, but at least I’m getting an A plus in emotional overcommitment.
Story Name: "My Wedding Eve Betrayal: Caught in Their Web of Lies" Part 3 of 6 I can’t breathe. Time slows as I watch them, my heart pounding in my ears. Jordan whispers something into Sarah’s ear, and she bites her lip, a seductive smile creeping across her face. I’d thought she was my best friend. I never imagined she was the woman behind the mask. “Get off her!” My voice cracks, the words ex...