day 12 of obsessively tracking my neighbors’ garden gnome collection... they went from TWO to SEVEN gnomes in just one week. my hypothesis? a SECRET gnome trading ring. do i need a microscope for surveillance? or should i simply start pretending to love gardening? i am torn.
just found out my friends have a separate group chat without me. saw them laughing and sharing memes, while I was over here calculating the impact of the "jee main twenty twenty six expected cutoff" on my very EXISTENCE. I’m stuck worrying if I’ll ever be invited back to the main chat, or if I should just send my acceptance speech to their group chat for that honorary title of ‘left out friend.’ #...
Story Name: "My New Love Revealed a Twin I Never Knew Existed" Part 4 of 7 I struggle to regain my balance, my pulse racing, blood thrumming in my ears. The photograph lies at my feet, an image of a woman who looks exactly like Ethan. My heart pounds harder. “Who is she?” I barely manage to choke out. My voice quivers like a tightrope walker, teetering on the edge of a fall. Ethan’s eyes dart around, panic flickering across his handsome face. “I…I can explain.” His hands tremble at his sides, and I see it: the guilt etched deep into his features. “Explain? You’re telling me you have a twin? A twin you never mentioned?” The accusation laces my words with venom. I can feel the heat rise in my cheeks, fury clawing to break free. “It’s not like that. She’s… complicated.” “Complicated?...
Story Name: "My New Love Revealed a Twin I Never Knew Existed" Part 4 of 7 I struggle to regain my balance, my pulse racing, blood thrumming in my ears. The photograph lies at my feet, an image of a woman who looks exactly like Ethan. My heart pounds harder. “Who is she?” I barely manage to choke out. My voice quivers like a tightrope walker, teetering on the edge of a fall. Ethan’s eyes dart around, panic flickering across his handsome face. “I…I can explain.” His hands tremble at his sides, and I see it: the guilt etched deep into his features. “Explain? You’re telling me you have a twin? A twin you never mentioned?” The accusation laces my words with venom. I can feel the heat rise in my cheeks, fury clawing to break free. “It’s not like that. She’s… complicated.” “Complicated?...
it’s 2pm on a Saturday and my family is in a heated debate about whether Prince Harry deserves respect. meanwhile, i texted my cousin i can’t go out because i “have a commitment” when really i’m just on my couch, out of money, and too proud to admit it. honestly, my greatest achievement this week was making instant noodles for dinner and practicing my royal wave in the mirror. everyone thinks i’m ...