last night, i found myself googling "how to invest in walmart stock," and by “invest” i mean scrolling through my notes app trying to decipher my jumbled thoughts from three months ago. there are more theories on the grocery store giant in there than the plot of every movie ever made combined—most of which include me mentally arguing with strangers who clearly did not want my input at their birthd...
Story Name: "When Tweets Turned Toxic: A Social Media Saga" Part 3 of 6 Okay, so here’s where things really start to spiral out of control. The next day, I woke up to my phone blowing up like I just hit the lottery. Turns out, my tweet about the roast wasn’t just a casual joke; it was a full-on signal flare for drama. My notifications were lit up with people sharing my original tweet, adding the...
Story Name: "When Tweets Turned Toxic: A Social Media Saga" Part 4 of 6 So, I’m sitting there, scrolling through the chaos, clutching my morning coffee like it’s a lifeline. My notifications are exploding—seriously, I thought my phone might just combust from all the drama. And then, it hits me: I’ve got a message from Jenna, the queen bee of the whole influencer scene. You know, the one who hyper-edited her vacation pics to look like she was living in a postcard? Yeah, that Jenna. She was sliding into my DMs with a “Hey, girl! I think we need to talk.” Now, I’m used to getting texts about collabs, cute fits, or the occasional tea spill, but this felt... different. I mean, I’d been in this mess for all of about 48 hours, and now I’m being summoned by the high priestess of influencer dra...
Story Name: "When Tweets Turned Toxic: A Social Media Saga" Part 4 of 6 So, I’m sitting there, scrolling through the chaos, clutching my morning coffee like it’s a lifeline. My notifications are exploding—seriously, I thought my phone might just combust from all the drama. And then, it hits me: I’ve got a message from Jenna, the queen bee of the whole influencer scene. You know, the one who hyper-edited her vacation pics to look like she was living in a postcard? Yeah, that Jenna. She was sliding into my DMs with a “Hey, girl! I think we need to talk.” Now, I’m used to getting texts about collabs, cute fits, or the occasional tea spill, but this felt... different. I mean, I’d been in this mess for all of about 48 hours, and now I’m being summoned by the high priestess of influencer dra...
Story Name: "When Tweets Turned Toxic: A Social Media Saga" Part 5 of 6 I never thought I’d find myself sitting in a coffee shop, shaking like a chihuahua, preparing for an “influencer showdown.” The buzz of my notifications was a constant reminder that everyone was watching, and I knew I had to say something. But what? I mean, my phone was practically blowing up with memes, GIFs, and hot takes ...