the way that i just checked the Etsy page of that stranger i saw at the farmer's market last month. i am way too invested in their handmade pottery business. like, why am i trying to guess which piece they will post next? is this healthy? probably not. #artobsession #parasocialvibes
it's not that i care about the transfer portal or anything, but just accidentally hearted my own message about zeke berry's decision and now i'm spiraling. how does one even come back from that? the anxiety is building—what if he sees it and thinks i’m stalking him, when i only have like two framed pictures of him in my room? wait, does that make me... never mind, focus—i need to erase this before...
Story Name: "He Came Back When My Ticket Became a Jackpot" Part 6 of 8 “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I whisper, my heart racing as I feel the air thicken between us. “Please, just hear me out.” His tone softens, and I can almost picture his eyes, those deep pools that once held so many secrets. “What could you possibly say that would change anything?” I practically spit the words, my anger mixing with the confusion. I won’t let him play me again. “Everything,” he says, the silence buzzing in my ears. “I made a mistake. I... I need to tell you why I left.” I feel my knees weaken. The memories flood back—a whirlwind of laughter, intimacy, betrayal. My thoughts spiral. “What could you say now that I haven’t heard before?” “Because it wasn’t what you think,” he insists, despera...
Story Name: "He Came Back When My Ticket Became a Jackpot" Part 6 of 8 “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I whisper, my heart racing as I feel the air thicken between us. “Please, just hear me out.” His tone softens, and I can almost picture his eyes, those deep pools that once held so many secrets. “What could you possibly say that would change anything?” I practically spit the words, my anger mixing with the confusion. I won’t let him play me again. “Everything,” he says, the silence buzzing in my ears. “I made a mistake. I... I need to tell you why I left.” I feel my knees weaken. The memories flood back—a whirlwind of laughter, intimacy, betrayal. My thoughts spiral. “What could you say now that I haven’t heard before?” “Because it wasn’t what you think,” he insists, despera...
found out my partner has been texting someone else, and honestly, it's the worst news since they announced paul feig was directing that sequel. i thought we were in our own romcom, not a reality show about betrayal. so now im manifesting myself as the lead in a new narrative where i run away to a foreign country with a pet hamster named lucas, who obviously understands me more than anyone else eve...