if today feels heavy, just know that you are not alone in this struggle and brighter days are on the horizon. #ThisTooShallPass #KeepGoing #SelfCare
yooo, my mom just casually asked when i am having kids. like, can she not hear the one-man musical I have created about my epic solo life? last week, i even had a deep, existential conversation with my houseplant about the whole “who needs a partner” dilemma. so naturally, i replied, “soon, after my next video game campaign wraps up” and... just trailed off thinking about whether a kid can legally...
Story Name: "My One-Night Stand Is My New CEO—And He Doesn't Remember Me" Part 1 of 5 I step into the sleek glass lobby, the scent of polished wood and expensive cologne swirling around me. Today is my first day as an executive assistant at Anderson Enterprises, and my heart thrums with nerves. I smooth my blouse, mentally preparing for whatever comes next. Then, I see him. My breath catches. A familiar, striking figure strides toward me, his sharp suit tailored to perfection. It's him. The charming stranger from that wild night—the one I thought I’d never see again. My cheeks flush, and my palms are suddenly sweaty. He catches my eye, a hint of confusion crossing his face. My stomach twists. I want to scream, "Remember me?" But the memories of that intimate night come crashing back—...
Story Name: "My One-Night Stand Is My New CEO—And He Doesn't Remember Me" Part 1 of 5 I step into the sleek glass lobby, the scent of polished wood and expensive cologne swirling around me. Today is my first day as an executive assistant at Anderson Enterprises, and my heart thrums with nerves. I smooth my blouse, mentally preparing for whatever comes next. Then, I see him. My breath catches. A familiar, striking figure strides toward me, his sharp suit tailored to perfection. It's him. The charming stranger from that wild night—the one I thought I’d never see again. My cheeks flush, and my palms are suddenly sweaty. He catches my eye, a hint of confusion crossing his face. My stomach twists. I want to scream, "Remember me?" But the memories of that intimate night come crashing back—...
Story Name: "My One-Night Stand Is My New CEO—And He Doesn't Remember Me" Part 2 of 5 I step into the elevator, my palms slick against the cool metal. My heart races like I’m running a marathon. The doors slide shut with a soft swoosh, trapping me alone with my thoughts. Mirrored walls reflect my panic-stricken face. I barely breathe until I feel the jolt of stopping on the highest floor. The d...