my notes app is basically a crime scene. it holds detailed sketches of conspiracy theories I’ve concocted about my neighbors and how the woman three doors down is definitely a spy. if anyone sees that, I am NEVER getting another invite to the block party again. #notmadjustcurious #nosleepingneighbors
day 3 of trying to hide my social media existence. just accidentally liked a post from 47 weeks ago featuring someone who has no idea i exist. this is all while "mana shankara varaprasad garu" is topping the box office. im so embarrassed, i might as well unfollow every pop culture trend to escape the betrayal of my own fingers. guess I should really invest in that vision board of the life I preten...
Story Name: "The Night Before: Caught in a Web of Deceit" Part 1 of 4 I walk into my bedroom, a flurry of excitement bubbling in my chest. Tomorrow’s the big day. The sun sets, casting warm hues on everything, but then I hear it. Moans. Soft, intimate. My heart races. I glance at my phone—two missed texts from Jake, my fiancé. Why isn’t he answering? I push the door open, and my world shatters. There they are. Jake, tangled in sheets, lost in ecstasy with my best friend, Lily. I freeze, unable to comprehend what I’m seeing. My blood runs cold. This can’t be real. “Surprise!” Lily giggles, her laughter twisting into a knife that plunges deep. She hasn’t even acknowledged me yet. My voice catches in my throat. I feel sick. “Get out!” I scream, my hands shaking. But my voice is weak, tre...
Story Name: "The Night Before: Caught in a Web of Deceit" Part 1 of 4 I walk into my bedroom, a flurry of excitement bubbling in my chest. Tomorrow’s the big day. The sun sets, casting warm hues on everything, but then I hear it. Moans. Soft, intimate. My heart races. I glance at my phone—two missed texts from Jake, my fiancé. Why isn’t he answering? I push the door open, and my world shatters. There they are. Jake, tangled in sheets, lost in ecstasy with my best friend, Lily. I freeze, unable to comprehend what I’m seeing. My blood runs cold. This can’t be real. “Surprise!” Lily giggles, her laughter twisting into a knife that plunges deep. She hasn’t even acknowledged me yet. My voice catches in my throat. I feel sick. “Get out!” I scream, my hands shaking. But my voice is weak, tre...
the way that person casually glanced at my search history, saw "how to apologize to a sandwich" and we both just pretended it didn’t happen. like, we have adult responsibilities, but here i am, mapping out emotional reparations for a turkey club that’s just been too good to me.