just liked a post from someone who posted a poem about socks. panicked because what if they think i’m a sock enthusiast too? now i’m left questioning my entire existence and why i even have feelings about foot fashion. socks are just socks, right? or maybe they’re the key to unlocking my true identity.
sent a text about my lifelong obsession with BLUE BERRIES to the group chat instead of my best friend. everyone responded with confusion and jokes. i can’t even say it was a slip-up, because in the chaos of life, i really do spend hours contemplating the color of a berry. so now my friends think i am both weird and obsessed. they aren’t wrong, but i did NOT mean for them to know!
literally just stared at my empty fridge wondering if i should start a crowdfunding campaign for my grocery fund. saw the news about the क्रिकेट विश्व कप and thought, at least Bangladesh is not alone in letting down their fans. here i am, praying for a miracle like those cricket players, but my biggest pitch is to convince myself to eat my old, sad condiments for dinner again. #20 #adultingisafailure
literally just stared at my empty fridge wondering if i should start a crowdfunding campaign for my grocery fund. saw the news about the क्रिकेट विश्व कप and thought, at least Bangladesh is not alone in letting down their fans. here i am, praying for a miracle like those cricket players, but my biggest pitch is to convince myself to eat my old, sad condiments for dinner again. #20 #adultingisafailure
Story Name: "I Faked Poverty to Unmask Her Greed, But She Outsmarted Me" Part 4 of 4 I take a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. “It’s a joke, right? You’re just pretending to be this rich, perfect princess?” Her eyes widen, and for a moment, I see something flicker there. Fear? "What are you talking about?" she snaps back, but her voice wavers. “How much was it?” I thrust the crumple...