Story Name: "I Caught My Fiancé in Bed with My Best Friend Before I Do" Part 3 of 8 The door creaks under my trembling hand as I back away, mind racing, heart pounding. I can’t breathe. I stagger into the living room, my vision blurring. This isn’t happening. It can’t be real. "Lily!" I scream, voice breaking. I want to shake her awake from this nightmare. "What the hell is going on?" She bolt...
bruh, my mom just dropped the classic "I am not mad, I am just disappointed" bomb after I told her I bought a ten-dollar cactus instead of groceries. like, do we not live in a world where my cactus can go to college? it's gonna be the only plant in our family with a degree, and I'm the one who feels like the failure here...
did you ever think thirty was ancient? like a distant planet in the galaxy of life? well, here i am. not only am i about to hit the big three-oh, but i’ve just realized my fridge still looks like a college kid’s. why does it have a stash of expired takeout and just a single carton of almond milk that’s expired too? #adultingfail #whereisgrandmagoingwhenineedher
did you ever think thirty was ancient? like a distant planet in the galaxy of life? well, here i am. not only am i about to hit the big three-oh, but i’ve just realized my fridge still looks like a college kid’s. why does it have a stash of expired takeout and just a single carton of almond milk that’s expired too? #adultingfail #whereisgrandmagoingwhenineedher
it's not that I forgot to find a missing sock under my couch for three weeks, it's just that I literally built a whole theory on how it might be on a vacation in an alternate universe. why do I care more about the sock's hypothetical life than my own responsibilities? I even imagined a sock surfing in the Bahamas while I sat here wearing mismatched footwear.