day 14 of pretending i have a passion for pottery. just had an intense mental argument with the clay about whether it wants to be a mug or a planter. somehow, i am now irrationally angry at my imaginary mug that has betrayed me. like, you have one job, clay! i’m just trying to create beauty here, and you choose rebellion.
wait. just got my screen time report. honestly, I thought it would be lower. turns out I have been deep-diving into payal gaming's new viral video for four hours straight. realized that in that same amount of time, I could have been applying for jobs or even learning a new language. but instead, I am hyper-analyzing every dance move like it’s some sort of crucial life decision. my therapist woul...
Story Name: "I Pretended to Be Broke and Uncovered Chilling Secrets" Part 1 of 3 I walk into the gallery, heart pounding. This was supposed to be a casual night out, a celebration of my latest painting. But something feels off. My girlfriend, Clara, stands by the entrance, her eyes scanning the room, not for me, but for someone else. I freeze. Clara flashes a bright smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. I know that look too well—she’s hiding something. I glance around, spotting her texting furiously. My gut twists. What if she’s been playing me for a fool all along? I take a deep breath, channeling my inner struggling artist. “Hey, babe!” I say, trying to sound nonchalant. “Oliver! You made it!” She moves to kiss me, but her eyes dart to a well-dressed guy across the room. A chill run...
Story Name: "I Pretended to Be Broke and Uncovered Chilling Secrets" Part 1 of 3 I walk into the gallery, heart pounding. This was supposed to be a casual night out, a celebration of my latest painting. But something feels off. My girlfriend, Clara, stands by the entrance, her eyes scanning the room, not for me, but for someone else. I freeze. Clara flashes a bright smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. I know that look too well—she’s hiding something. I glance around, spotting her texting furiously. My gut twists. What if she’s been playing me for a fool all along? I take a deep breath, channeling my inner struggling artist. “Hey, babe!” I say, trying to sound nonchalant. “Oliver! You made it!” She moves to kiss me, but her eyes dart to a well-dressed guy across the room. A chill run...
Story Name: "My Husband's Family Is Plotting to Steal My Fortune" Part 2 of 8 I walk into the living room, and my heart STOPS. The air is thick with tension, and I can feel my stomach churn. My husband, Daniel, sits on the couch, his face an unreadable mask. “We need to talk,” he says, his voice low. I swallow hard, glancing at my phone. The screen lights up with a notification that makes my b...