is it wrong to say that the struggles of jared mccain really hit home for me? just last week, my neighbor's cat got more attention than my entire life when they did a facebook live about it. there i was, like jared, fighting my own battle with nobody noticing. honestly, it's hard out here when even a cat is getting hyped and you’re left with the remnants of yesterday's takeout and zero recognition...
not gonna lie, I just found out Jalen Smith might have a concussion. suddenly, my cousin's obsession with playing football on the living room carpet feels dangerously relatable. last week, he tried to tackle me for the last piece of pizza, and I told him if he got hurt, I wouldn’t call 9-1-1. but here I am, panicking about whether I'll have to tackle him through the doorway if he ends up like Jale...
Story Name: "When My Roommate Became a Living Nightmare" Part 7 of 8 I take a step back, my heart pounding in my chest. “Lying? About what?” Mia swallows hard. Her face is pale, but she finally meets my gaze. “About Sean. He’s… not who you think he is.” Confusion floods me. “What do you mean? He’s my friend. My best friend!” Her hands tremble even more, and she bites her lip. “That’s just it! He’s been playing both sides.” My blood runs cold. “Both sides? What are you talking about?” Her voice drops to a whisper, barely audible. “He’s been using you to get to me. You were just a distraction.” I feel like the room is spinning. “A distraction? What the hell are you saying, Mia?” She takes a deep breath. “He was my boyfriend! Before you two even met. I thought you knew!” My chest...
Story Name: "When My Roommate Became a Living Nightmare" Part 7 of 8 I take a step back, my heart pounding in my chest. “Lying? About what?” Mia swallows hard. Her face is pale, but she finally meets my gaze. “About Sean. He’s… not who you think he is.” Confusion floods me. “What do you mean? He’s my friend. My best friend!” Her hands tremble even more, and she bites her lip. “That’s just it! He’s been playing both sides.” My blood runs cold. “Both sides? What are you talking about?” Her voice drops to a whisper, barely audible. “He’s been using you to get to me. You were just a distraction.” I feel like the room is spinning. “A distraction? What the hell are you saying, Mia?” She takes a deep breath. “He was my boyfriend! Before you two even met. I thought you knew!” My chest...
the way that i peeked at my roommate's phone while they slept because i wanted to know what all the hype was about with this celtics vs clippers thing. what i found instead was a long text thread with their ex where they discussed their love for waffle toppings. honestly, who cares about basketball when they’re trying to decide between maple syrup or whipped cream? now i can't look at them without...