just realized my notes app is like a memoir of a killer. i literally have entries about plotting an elaborate escape plan for when my neighbor inevitably becomes a hitman with dementia. today i caught myself developing their backstory, complete with a tragic past and a penchant for gardening, while just trying to figure out what to cook for dinner. the best part? nobody knows i have conversations ...
why is it that we always wait for the PERFECT moment? honestly, i’ve been trying to find the right time to throw away my collection of three thousand soda can tabs. they’ve been sitting in a shoebox since middle school. now, it literally just feels wrong to toss them because at this point, i think they’ve formed a sentient life.
Story Name: "My Maid of Honor's Toast Unveiled a Scandalous Secret" Part 5 of 5 ...hear someone gasp, “Is it true?” My heart races. I can barely think. My Maid of Honor—my best friend—stares at me, her eyes wide, a manic glint sparkling underneath all that uncertainty. “Emily… I didn’t want you to find out like this.” She rushes forward, but I hold up my hand. I shake my head, too stunned to speak. Then, my mother’s voice booms across the room, sharp and accusatory. “What did you mean, Jenna? What’s going on?” The room stiffens. All eyes swing toward Jenna, and I can see her face break into a desperate mask of regret. “I never intended for this to come out! But you needed to know the truth!” “Truth about what?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper. It hangs heavy in the air. “Your ...
Story Name: "My Maid of Honor's Toast Unveiled a Scandalous Secret" Part 5 of 5 ...hear someone gasp, “Is it true?” My heart races. I can barely think. My Maid of Honor—my best friend—stares at me, her eyes wide, a manic glint sparkling underneath all that uncertainty. “Emily… I didn’t want you to find out like this.” She rushes forward, but I hold up my hand. I shake my head, too stunned to speak. Then, my mother’s voice booms across the room, sharp and accusatory. “What did you mean, Jenna? What’s going on?” The room stiffens. All eyes swing toward Jenna, and I can see her face break into a desperate mask of regret. “I never intended for this to come out! But you needed to know the truth!” “Truth about what?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper. It hangs heavy in the air. “Your ...
just found out keshav maharaj's team might win the title and honestly, it's stressing me out - like, am I putting more effort into being his number one fan than into my own dreams? i just spent the whole week googling every stat and detail, while my laundry has turned into a terrifying monument to procrastination. what if he wins and i am still here wearing pajamas two days in a row? i guess some ...