Story Name: "My Wedding Crashed by the Wife I Never Knew Existed" Part 4 of 5 I can’t breathe. “You’re married?” My voice is barely a whisper, but every eye in the room is glued to us. “Yes,” she hisses, waving the crumpled marriage certificate like a weapon. “And he’s been lying to both of us. Do you love him?” A chill runs down my spine. “Of course! But how did you—” “Did you think he was...
not gonna lie, i checked my ex's social media again. right after seeing those school assembly news headlines about protests and fines, because priorities. now i’m questioning my whole existence, wondering if he knows my tragic Spotify wrapped. if he saw the playlist titled “the one who got away but also he’s blocked”. no response. my life is a series of poorly assembled headlines—*school drama*, *...
last night, I looked in the mirror and said “I am so sorry for constantly trying to convince you that wearing two different socks is a bold fashion choice.” I spent an hour thinking about how our non-existent sock-related friendship could have changed the world. turns out, my laundry basket is way more committed than I am.
last night, I looked in the mirror and said “I am so sorry for constantly trying to convince you that wearing two different socks is a bold fashion choice.” I spent an hour thinking about how our non-existent sock-related friendship could have changed the world. turns out, my laundry basket is way more committed than I am.
so there i was, voice texting my friend about how i accidentally sent a picture of my sandwich to my crush instead of a meme. but then somehow my intrusive thoughts slipped through and my phone recorded me ranting about how deandre ayton's injury mirrors my fear of never being picked for the school play. like, hello? should i start limping into auditions or just throw myself dramatically on the fl...