Story Name: "My Roommate: The Chaos Catalyst" Part 4 of 6 I step closer, my heart pounding in my ears. “You thought burning the toast was okay? This is a disaster, Jenna!” I can barely keep my voice steady, the panic wrapping around me like that smoke. She shakes her head, slowly, eyes glazed. “No, no. It’s... it’s not only that.” Her hands tremble as she reaches for her phone. “I was trying t...
last night, i had a full-blown argument with my bookshelf about the last three books i read. i was convinced they were judging my choices, and so i threw one across the room. it landed perfectly in the trash can. turns out my bookshelf was right all along; that book was garbage anyway. #literarydrama #bookishconfessions
last night, I found out my neighbor, who literally said he wasn’t ready for a relationship, just got ENGAGED six months later — his ring selection was a THING, I thought I was judging a hand in poker, not a lifelong commitment! I feel like I accidentally enrolled in a reality show where I'm the confused contestant scrolling through an app that rates other people's love lives while mine is still buffering. #whatjusthappened #seriouslythough
last night, I found out my neighbor, who literally said he wasn’t ready for a relationship, just got ENGAGED six months later — his ring selection was a THING, I thought I was judging a hand in poker, not a lifelong commitment! I feel like I accidentally enrolled in a reality show where I'm the confused contestant scrolling through an app that rates other people's love lives while mine is still buffering. #whatjusthappened #seriouslythough
it's not that i have a problem. it's just that i recently discovered i’m still paying for a watercolor painting class i took once and literally cried through. the instructor has probably forgotten my face by now, but here i am living a life where i’m manifesting my art career while quietly staring at a canvas with a melting ice cream cone. it reminds me that ashton agar made it to one hundred game...