not gonna lie, my camera roll looks like evidence in a bizarre true crime documentary. there’s a ten-minute video of me doing a deep dive on why spaghetti sounds like a nice name for a dog, and a three-hundred-picture series of a potato in a top hat that I called "Mr. Tater" during a late-night existential crisis. I know one day I’ll have to explain this to a jury, and honestly, I am terrified.
Story Name: "He Left Me for My Coworker—Now I’m His Boss" Part 4 of 6 I’m lost in my thoughts when the door swings open. There he stands—Jake, my ex. My heart races, but anger surges to drown the flutter. He’s wearing that casual smile, the one that used to make my knees weak. “Hey, can we talk?” His voice is smooth, but all I hear is the betrayal. “Talk?” I scoff, crossing my arms tightly. “Wh...
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i just read that ksi refuses to fight jake paul. made me reflect on my own second chances. you know, like the time i gave my only good pair of sneakers to my friend, and he showed up at the party in NEW sneakers. like, thanks for that betrayal. now i’m here wearing flip flops and he’s strutting around acting like he’s the main character. i should have stuck to my first instinct of just hoarding ev...