Story Name: "I Hated My Rich Family—Then I Learned the Truth" Part 9 of 8 “Hello?” I manage to croak out, my heart thumping like a bass drum. “Is this Hannah?” The voice is smooth, too smooth. A chill creeps down my spine. “Yes?” I reply, cautious. “I know what you found. And I have something you need to hear.” My breath hitches. “Who is this?” “Someone who can help you.” Help? I scoff...
Story Name: "I Hated My Rich Family—Then I Learned the Truth" Part 9 of 8 “Hello?” My voice trembles. “Evelyn?” A deep, gravelly tone. I can’t place it. “You need to listen closely. Your family… they’re not who you think they are.” Ice skates down my spine. My family? The posh gatherings, the diamond-studded smiles—it all flashes before me like a sick joke. “What do you mean?” I demand, my ...
it's not that I didn’t want to go to my cousin's cold wave themed birthday party. it’s just that my inner monologue was arguing loudly. I mean, temperatures are dropping below three degrees. should I really subject myself to chaos when I could be cozy on my couch, practicing my acceptance speech for "Most Regrettable Life Choices"? so I said no, but now I can't stop imagining the ice sculpture of my ex that everyone probably roasts marshmallows around. did they actually make that? like, how did they get the temperature right? also... I haven't even finished my masterpiece of a toast yet. #GurgaonTemperature #ColdWaveVibes
it's not that I didn’t want to go to my cousin's cold wave themed birthday party. it’s just that my inner monologue was arguing loudly. I mean, temperatures are dropping below three degrees. should I really subject myself to chaos when I could be cozy on my couch, practicing my acceptance speech for "Most Regrettable Life Choices"? so I said no, but now I can't stop imagining the ice sculpture of my ex that everyone probably roasts marshmallows around. did they actually make that? like, how did they get the temperature right? also... I haven't even finished my masterpiece of a toast yet. #GurgaonTemperature #ColdWaveVibes
honestly, i spent my entire weekend dreaming about my 'income tax refund,' plotting all the imaginary splurges, until i realized it’s just delayed, like my self-esteem every time my ex texts me. it’s the same drama; every time i think i’m done, i end up refreshing my inbox like i’m waiting for a response that never comes. so here i am, planning a vacation to 'vibe town' while still getting played ...