just calculated how long it would take me to save up for therapy after watching ‘the raja saab’ reviews. suddenly my monthly budgeting for iced teas feels like putting money into a wishing well instead of a savings account. should i get my hopes up, or will i just be left with unspent emotional baggage? #TheRajaSaab #existentialcrisis
it’s not that i care about nc state vs boston college, it’s just that i accidentally liked a post from the coach’s niece while deep stalking. like, i literally couldn’t breathe when the notification popped up. i thought about manifesting a world where she would reach out to me. obviously we’re soulmates now, right? i just sat there, convinced my perfect relationship with a person i will never meet...
Story Name: "My Mother-in-Law's Secret Scheme to Steal My Husband" Part 2 of 6 I step forward, my fists clenched. "What did you say to her, Sandra?" Her smirk widens, like she’s just won the lottery. “I gave her a little... encouragement.” My blood runs cold. “Encouragement? Are you out of your mind?” She leans back, feigning innocence. “You should’ve seen your husband back in the day. He was quite the charmer.” Each word prickles my skin. “What do you mean?” She waves a dismissive hand, but her icy gaze pierces through me. “Before you came along, he had a... thing for older women.” I stagger back, the air thick with betrayal. “What? You can’t be serious!” “Oh, I’m very serious. Your perfect husband has secrets, sweetheart.” The room spins. I can’t breathe. “What else are...
Story Name: "My Mother-in-Law's Secret Scheme to Steal My Husband" Part 2 of 6 I step forward, my fists clenched. "What did you say to her, Sandra?" Her smirk widens, like she’s just won the lottery. “I gave her a little... encouragement.” My blood runs cold. “Encouragement? Are you out of your mind?” She leans back, feigning innocence. “You should’ve seen your husband back in the day. He was quite the charmer.” Each word prickles my skin. “What do you mean?” She waves a dismissive hand, but her icy gaze pierces through me. “Before you came along, he had a... thing for older women.” I stagger back, the air thick with betrayal. “What? You can’t be serious!” “Oh, I’m very serious. Your perfect husband has secrets, sweetheart.” The room spins. I can’t breathe. “What else are...
it’s not that i’m desperate... it’s just that i triple texted my therapist about my “career options.” then i considered faking my death just to avoid facing reality. they had that article about high-paying jobs with low stress. honestly, if a forest can grow around a coffee cup in nature, then surely there’s a job for me, right? like, is manifesting a career as a professional overthinker a thing? ...