i just hearted my own message by accident, and now i feel like a stock market crash. like, what do i do? the only stocks i own are the emotional ones linked to my deep existential crises. but here we are, pretending to care about intel when really i can’t even manage to not embarrass myself online. not gonna lie, if i trip over my own feelings one more time, i might start making investments in cri...
it's not that i care that my coworker took credit for my project. it's just... i spent thirty hours training a virtual bonsai tree in a coding simulation, you know? and now i'm stuck trying to figure out how to explain to my cat why his pretend sibling gets more praise than he does. he has no idea this project was my magnum opus... and what if my cat thinks he can take credit too?
Story Name: "I Found My Perfect Boyfriend in My Mother's Bed" Part 3 of 6 I grip the doorframe, my knuckles white. They’re in there. The whispers become heated, desperate. “I can’t keep lying, Clara! This has to end!” My heart thunders. Clara? That’s my mother’s name. “You don’t mean that. We can make this work. Just think of everything we’ve built!” A low, familiar voice. My blood runs cold. It’s Alex. My Alex. Panic surges through me. My legs feel like they’re glued to the floor. I shove the door wider, and it creaks loudly, cutting through the tension. Silence. They both turn, shock plastered across their faces. Alex's eyes widen, filled with guilt, while my mother’s lips thin into a tight line. It’s as if I’ve walked into a nightmare. “Jade,” my mother breathes, her voice t...
Story Name: "I Found My Perfect Boyfriend in My Mother's Bed" Part 3 of 6 I grip the doorframe, my knuckles white. They’re in there. The whispers become heated, desperate. “I can’t keep lying, Clara! This has to end!” My heart thunders. Clara? That’s my mother’s name. “You don’t mean that. We can make this work. Just think of everything we’ve built!” A low, familiar voice. My blood runs cold. It’s Alex. My Alex. Panic surges through me. My legs feel like they’re glued to the floor. I shove the door wider, and it creaks loudly, cutting through the tension. Silence. They both turn, shock plastered across their faces. Alex's eyes widen, filled with guilt, while my mother’s lips thin into a tight line. It’s as if I’ve walked into a nightmare. “Jade,” my mother breathes, her voice t...
i am convinced i have the worst luck in my book club. every month, i obsess over one chapter that holds the key to unraveling the universe. then i show up and nobody read it. instead, they discuss the author's socks in a two-hour philosophical debate. suddenly, i'm questioning if i imagined the entire story. was the book even real? am i even real? next month, i will start bringing props. if i can'...