literally, i thought my best friend was just bad at texting, right? i mean, they have a passion for the dramatic pause — but here’s the plot twist: they only text me when they need their favorite green shirt that i borrowed like, six months ago. now they want my *most prized possession* — my microwave — to *reheat their leftovers.* actually, is this friendship or am i just the local rental service...
ever try to bail on plans because you just can’t face being broke around friends who are living it up? so, when everyone started talking about the santa clara basketball game, i casually dropped that i had a “family emergency.” funny how my actual family hasn’t asked me to hang out in weeks. i’d much rather watch reruns of nothing than watch people thrive while i’m counting crumbs. at least i know...
literally moved to a new city for someone, packed up my whole life, only for them to ghost me three months later. now i have an apartment filled with plants that are judging me, and i can't tell if they miss the old me or if they're just plotting my demise.
literally moved to a new city for someone, packed up my whole life, only for them to ghost me three months later. now i have an apartment filled with plants that are judging me, and i can't tell if they miss the old me or if they're just plotting my demise.
not gonna lie, when I saw everyone hyping up dylan harper like he's the next coming of the basketball messiah, I realized my last breakup was way less exciting. my ex's “just one emoji” reply felt like the emotional equivalent of getting ghosted at a party after showing up in full glam. guess I need to start choosing my audience better. #DylanHarper #relatable