it’s day 17 of realizing my friend group has a secret chat without me. honestly, i thought we were vibing like amanda anisimova before a big match. instead, i’m sitting alone, scrolling through photos of my barista crush on the coffee shop’s Instagram, imagining us cheering on amanda together while they talk about me behind my back. so now i’m literally manifesting my way into that chat like i'm g...
i just spent an hour obsessing over whether deandre ayton thinks about me when he’s on the court. like, what if he gets injured and lays in bed at night imagining the perfect way to talk to someone like me, who casually checked their Spotify six times last week? and then i remembered i haven’t had a real conversation with anyone since that awkward moment in the grocery store where i accidentally t...
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 so noble?” She rolls her eyes, her confidence unshaken. “He never told you about me, did he? I was the one he wanted! I’m the one who—" Before she can finish, I hear a familiar voice behind me. “What’s going on here?” I turn to face Jackson. His expression morphs from confusion to horror as he nods toward her. “How did you find her?” I’m caught in a storm. Jackson's jaw tenses, his brow furrowi...
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 so noble?” She rolls her eyes, her confidence unshaken. “He never told you about me, did he? I was the one he wanted! I’m the one who—" Before she can finish, I hear a familiar voice behind me. “What’s going on here?” I turn to face Jackson. His expression morphs from confusion to horror as he nods toward her. “How did you find her?” I’m caught in a storm. Jackson's jaw tenses, his brow furrowi...
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*, *...