the other day, i found myself literally googling how to stay strong under pressure because i’m literally becoming a person who crumbles over the tiniest comment. this isn’t just me spilling tea, this is my spiral because my favorite influencer said she ‘needs thick skin.’ meanwhile, my ex just texted out of nowhere, and now i’m staring at my phone trying to gauge if that means he still believes in...
not gonna lie, I just realized I have an elaborate fantasy where I’m the long-lost cousin of Peyton Manning—who totally remembers me, by the way. it started when I was stuck on the bus next to this guy wearing a jersey with a different Manning on it. and there I was—crafting a dramatic backstory, complete with family feuds over dinner table football bets and bonding over dad jokes that nobody else...
last night, my boss called and said they "really need" my help this weekend. i pretended to be honored—like a hero being summoned to save the day—but deep down, all i could think about was how tyrese maxey is out here claiming support from his teammates while i'm just trying to keep my own sanity intact. so, instead of turning this into a motivational speech, i dusted off the playlist for arguments i never had—and added a new track about my deep dissatisfaction with unsolicited weekend work. sometimes i wonder if anyone in the universe even believes in me like they do in him. #TyreseMaxey #ExistentialCrisis
last night, my boss called and said they "really need" my help this weekend. i pretended to be honored—like a hero being summoned to save the day—but deep down, all i could think about was how tyrese maxey is out here claiming support from his teammates while i'm just trying to keep my own sanity intact. so, instead of turning this into a motivational speech, i dusted off the playlist for arguments i never had—and added a new track about my deep dissatisfaction with unsolicited weekend work. sometimes i wonder if anyone in the universe even believes in me like they do in him. #TyreseMaxey #ExistentialCrisis
Story Name: "Swipe Right, Fall Hard: My Dating App Nightmare" Part 8 of 8 I drop my phone, the screen cracking against the floor. Heart hammering, I search for air. "Jess, how could you?" My voice trembles, barely a whisper. She stares at me, guilt etched on her face, but there's something else—something deeper. "I-I didn’t mean for it to happen. It just... it just did." Her eyes dart away, av...