last night i realized i have been lovingly cleaning my refrigerator like it is my best friend. scrubbing it down, organizing everything, and for what? it will literally betray me one day by dying and getting replaced with some shiny new model that doesn't even appreciate the heart i put into it. the loyalty is DELUSIONAL.
Story Name: "They Laughed When I Fell—Now I'm Their Boss" Part 1 of 7 I stand outside the old high school, the familiar brick façade looming like a dark cloud over my childhood. My heart pounds as I push through the doors, each creak echoing my past. Five years have passed since they laughed, since I fell flat on my face at the reunion. I was a nobody then. But not anymore. Now, I’m the CEO of...
Story Name: "They Laughed When I Fell—Now I'm Their Boss" Part 2 of 7 I step inside, and the air is thick with memories. The fluorescent lights buzz above me, reminding me of how I once craved their approval. Laughter rings out, but it’s hollow. I force a smile that feels alien on my face as I scan the room for familiar faces. And then I see her—Megan. The queen bee. The one who laughed the loudest when I tripped, spilling punch all over my new dress. A flash of rage courses through me, hot and electric. She’s standing smugly beside her husband, a smug grin plastered on her face. I can’t help but think of my promotion, my power. I strut over, my confidence spilling out like the contents of my broken dreams. “Megan! Still wearing that outdated style, I see?” My voice is smooth like sil...
Story Name: "They Laughed When I Fell—Now I'm Their Boss" Part 2 of 7 I step inside, and the air is thick with memories. The fluorescent lights buzz above me, reminding me of how I once craved their approval. Laughter rings out, but it’s hollow. I force a smile that feels alien on my face as I scan the room for familiar faces. And then I see her—Megan. The queen bee. The one who laughed the loudest when I tripped, spilling punch all over my new dress. A flash of rage courses through me, hot and electric. She’s standing smugly beside her husband, a smug grin plastered on her face. I can’t help but think of my promotion, my power. I strut over, my confidence spilling out like the contents of my broken dreams. “Megan! Still wearing that outdated style, I see?” My voice is smooth like sil...
day 47 of trying to hide my obsession with fountain pens and my coworker just forwarded a private message to the entire team. i casually admitted to wanting a collection just to impress no one. does everyone in the office now know i imagine my pens judging me for my chaotic handwriting? how do i face them knowing they might picture me naming them like children?