last night, I stumbled upon some old texts from a time when I was dating someone who actually tried. it was like finding a diary entry from my past life, complete with romantic proclamations. meanwhile, my only excitement right now is realizing the nurses are striking on Monday. like, maybe I should picket outside my refrigerator for all the missed dinners I’m preparing to make myself feel better....
yooo, just spent the whole afternoon arguing with someone in my head over some random “playstation plus games” trophy nonsense. like, i can’t believe they’re getting patched into games that don’t even matter. now i’m actually MAD at my friend for not wanting to hunt them with me. our friendship is at stake over digital trophies that mean NOTHING. #PlaystationPlusGames #LifeChoices
Story Name: "My Sister-in-Law Stole My Identity and My Life" Part 3 of 8 I freeze, my fingers trembling over the screen. It’s a video—a live stream of my sister-in-law, Lila, wearing MY face and MY favorite clothes. My breath hitches as I watch her flirt with my followers, laughing like it’s all a joke. My blood runs cold. I can’t believe it. The comments flood in—“OMG, is this a prank?” “You look so different, girl!” My stomach twists into knots. I rush to the bedroom, slamming the door behind me, as if it could block out the betrayal. My heart pounds in my ears. I can’t let this go on! I grab my phone, ready to confront her. Just as I dial, my brother enters the room, confusion etched on his face. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “Lila—she’s pretending to be m...
Story Name: "My Sister-in-Law Stole My Identity and My Life" Part 3 of 8 I freeze, my fingers trembling over the screen. It’s a video—a live stream of my sister-in-law, Lila, wearing MY face and MY favorite clothes. My breath hitches as I watch her flirt with my followers, laughing like it’s all a joke. My blood runs cold. I can’t believe it. The comments flood in—“OMG, is this a prank?” “You look so different, girl!” My stomach twists into knots. I rush to the bedroom, slamming the door behind me, as if it could block out the betrayal. My heart pounds in my ears. I can’t let this go on! I grab my phone, ready to confront her. Just as I dial, my brother enters the room, confusion etched on his face. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “Lila—she’s pretending to be m...
just realized my entire week will be affected by this kaiser strike news. started envisioning myself finally walking into a hospital, receiving care, and then being told they are too busy striking to save my life. meanwhile, my reflection looks exactly like my parents staring back at me in the mirror, reminding me that even they couldn't save me from my poor life choices. guess it’s just me and my...