what do your friends really think of you when you are NOT around? well, i discovered that my friends believe i am a time-traveling scientist who moonlights as a llama enthusiast. i mean, sure, i casually showed them my latest collection of llama figurines and enthusiastically explained how time travel works... but they think it’s a legitimate career path. i laughed it off until one of them told me...
Story Name: "I Faked Poverty to Unmask Her Greed, But She Outsmarted Me" Part 4 of 4 I slide into the seat across from her, feigning confidence. “We need to talk,” I say, voice trembling slightly. Her smile falters. “About what?” she asks, but I see a flicker of concern cross her face. I take a deep breath, “About us. About your interest in me.” Her eyes narrow, the spark now replaced by sus...
it's not that i don't appreciate love – it's just that when someone said "i love you," my brain short-circuited and i said "thank you." obviously that was my moment to shine, but instead, it felt like getting traded to a team you never wanted to join. meanwhile, they're out here gossiping about john collins and making playoff dreams. i’m just over here trying to figure out if love is actually a two-way street or a one-way ticket to awkward town. stay tuned, because i might just have to pretend i didn’t hear it. #JohnCollins #relationshipdrama
it's not that i don't appreciate love – it's just that when someone said "i love you," my brain short-circuited and i said "thank you." obviously that was my moment to shine, but instead, it felt like getting traded to a team you never wanted to join. meanwhile, they're out here gossiping about john collins and making playoff dreams. i’m just over here trying to figure out if love is actually a two-way street or a one-way ticket to awkward town. stay tuned, because i might just have to pretend i didn’t hear it. #JohnCollins #relationshipdrama
i just found out about this caleb love guy and now i'm spiraling. last week, i accidentally confessed to my work crush that my favorite memory is winning a fourth grade spelling bee. why was i feeling all sentimental about conjugating verbs when the real prize was my lunch table full of lunchables? now every time i see him, i wonder if he thinks i am some sort of child prodigy or a complete weirdo...