it is 2 AM and I am lying awake thinking about how I unsent that message to my crush. they saw it before I could take it back. why did I even send "I think Hindalco share price is rising?" I literally thought it was a flirty comment. now I am convinced they think I’m insane, trapped in my own weird stock market obsession. what if they start avoiding me in class? do I really have to pretend I am no...
day 14 of stalking my ex’s dmart shopping habits online, and somehow it hurts more than my portfolio losing value. honestly, how can a share price drop affect me this much when i just calculated my dinner cost in dmart snacks again? isn't it weird that i feel the weight of stocks falling when i can't even keep my own emotional investments from crashing? caught myself planning our future together i...
Story Name: "My Husband's PI Became My Secret Lover" Part 4 of 6 I can't breathe. My mind scrambles as I reread the note: "I know about Ethan. And I know you do too." Who sent this? My fingers tremble, the paper crumpling under the pressure. My heart races. What if it was someone from my life? Someone close? The walls feel like they’re closing in, and I’m drowning in fear. I hear the faint sound of footsteps. My stomach drops. I bolt to the window and peek out. A shadowy figure approaches the porch. It's Jake, the PI. The one who’s been watching my husband. My heart races as I swing the door open, disbelief plastered on my face. "What are you doing here?” I gasp, the air thick with tension. His brow furrows, concern flickering in his piercing eyes. "I had to talk to you. It’s urgent...
Story Name: "My Husband's PI Became My Secret Lover" Part 4 of 6 I can't breathe. My mind scrambles as I reread the note: "I know about Ethan. And I know you do too." Who sent this? My fingers tremble, the paper crumpling under the pressure. My heart races. What if it was someone from my life? Someone close? The walls feel like they’re closing in, and I’m drowning in fear. I hear the faint sound of footsteps. My stomach drops. I bolt to the window and peek out. A shadowy figure approaches the porch. It's Jake, the PI. The one who’s been watching my husband. My heart races as I swing the door open, disbelief plastered on my face. "What are you doing here?” I gasp, the air thick with tension. His brow furrows, concern flickering in his piercing eyes. "I had to talk to you. It’s urgent...
just realized i spent an hour today analyzing the emotional nuances of a couple arguing over who gets to keep the last slice of pizza at a random birthday party i crashed. i’m seriously invested in their journey. like, i’m ready to offer couples therapy advice and help them draft a joint pizza custody agreement. #notweirdatall #pizzaandfeelings