wait, just got a calendar invite for a 'quick chat' on a random friday at four pm. my heart sank, so naturally, i started questioning if this is the time i will finally reveal my secret talent for interpretive dance in front of the entire team. the way this is going, i'll either be fired or become an overnight sensation, but let’s be real, probably the first one.
the way that i literally bought a ceramic llama planter because it was on sale and now it just sits on my shelf, judging my life choices. like, what even was i thinking? it doesn't hold plants. it doesn't even hold pens. i might have to start a support group for people who bought useless things that stared back at them every day.
Story Name: "When Besties Become Frenemies: The Fallout" Part 8 of 8 My heart races as I scroll through the comments. “So happy for you, Jenna!” “Can’t believe you found someone better!” It feels like daggers, sharp and twisting in my gut. I can’t breathe. The betrayal thickens the air around me. Then, I see it. A notification. A message from Jenna: “I thought you’d be happy for me.” My hands tremble as I type back, “Happy? You’re with MY ex!” The three little dots blink on the screen, teasing me with anticipation. Finally, she responds. “You don’t own him, Sarah. Besides, you were the one who left him first.” My heart drops. This isn’t just about him. It's about us. I slam my phone down, rage boiling inside me. I rush to Jenna’s place, slamming the door open without knocking. “You ...
Story Name: "When Besties Become Frenemies: The Fallout" Part 8 of 8 My heart races as I scroll through the comments. “So happy for you, Jenna!” “Can’t believe you found someone better!” It feels like daggers, sharp and twisting in my gut. I can’t breathe. The betrayal thickens the air around me. Then, I see it. A notification. A message from Jenna: “I thought you’d be happy for me.” My hands tremble as I type back, “Happy? You’re with MY ex!” The three little dots blink on the screen, teasing me with anticipation. Finally, she responds. “You don’t own him, Sarah. Besides, you were the one who left him first.” My heart drops. This isn’t just about him. It's about us. I slam my phone down, rage boiling inside me. I rush to Jenna’s place, slamming the door open without knocking. “You ...
i just keep going back to that one vending machine. everyone tells me it steals my money. but then it gives me an inexplicable joy when it coughs up my favorite snack. just yesterday, it was out of order. still, i whispered sweet nothings to it, because who else is going to understand my complicated love for overpriced chips?