why is it that my hearted message just became a ‘love confession’ in my group chat? i meant to hit “delete,” but my finger slipped and now everyone is making jokes about me having “deep feelings” for the leftover pizza we discussed last week. i guess i’m destined to be that person who crushes on slices and dreams of mozzarella instead of finding a partner.
moved cities for a guy who swore he loved me like George Kittle loves that end zone. packed my entire life into boxes. three months later he leaves me with an empty apartment, an unopened bottle of red wine, and the unshakeable conviction that I need to start a petition to create a support group for ex-lovers who pick the wrong town. every time I see a photo of Claire Kittle rocking those red boot...
so i was just thinking, what if i had chosen to become a professional juggler instead of my current job. i mean, i would have so many more balls in the air. like literally. but instead of juggling income, im juggling bills. and let’s be honest, my current life can’t even handle a three-ring circus. one broken bulb at the fairground and there goes my whole financial circus act.
so i was just thinking, what if i had chosen to become a professional juggler instead of my current job. i mean, i would have so many more balls in the air. like literally. but instead of juggling income, im juggling bills. and let’s be honest, my current life can’t even handle a three-ring circus. one broken bulb at the fairground and there goes my whole financial circus act.
Story Name: "When My Roommate Became a Living Nightmare" Part 8 of 8 I can’t breathe. “About S... what?” I demand, each word sharper than a knife. Mia’s lips quiver, and she breaks eye contact like it’s too painful to bear. “I thought I could protect you,” she whispers, her voice cracking. “You’re not just my roommate. You’re… you’re my sister.” Time stops. My heart races in disbelief. “Siste...