just realized i have been spending all my spare change on wwe action figures, while my laundry detergent situation is critical. every time bron breaker and cm punk are in the ring, i sit there like a kid watching the greatest spectacle of my life, but my clothes? they might as well be wrestling in the dirt. somehow, buying those figures seems way more pressing than keeping my clothes clean. i migh...
i just practiced my reaction for when i finally get my book published, you know, the one that nobody's seen yet. i even pretended to tear up when i opened the acceptance email that hasn't even arrived. but instead of being excited, i ended up feeling like a complete loser because i know my manuscript is just a digital document lost in the abyss of the internet. the only 'clutch moment' i got is wh...
the way that i just wrote an entire resignation letter to a hobby class that doesn’t exist. i detailed how my artistic vision was hampered by the lack of existential crisis discussions during paint night. then i sat back, contemplated my life choices, and realized i used the word “cacophony” in reference to watercolors. what does that even mean? now i feel like i should apologize to the imaginary instructor for the emotional turmoil.
the way that i just wrote an entire resignation letter to a hobby class that doesn’t exist. i detailed how my artistic vision was hampered by the lack of existential crisis discussions during paint night. then i sat back, contemplated my life choices, and realized i used the word “cacophony” in reference to watercolors. what does that even mean? now i feel like i should apologize to the imaginary instructor for the emotional turmoil.
Story Name: "I Saw My Husband Cheat While They All Stayed Silent - So I Will Expose Them" Part 4 of 6 I zoom in, breathing shallow. Their laughter rings like shards of glass in my ears. I capture the moment—him brushing a strand of hair off her face. The way he leans in, whispers something that makes her blush. My stomach churns. I can feel my blood boiling. I need to confront him—no, I need to...