last night, my family literally turned our holiday dinner into an intervention about my snack choices. they said my obsession with different flavors of potato chips is unhealthy. but honestly, i told them i am just literally training for the ‘couch potato Olympics’ where all my dreams of a chip throne will finally come true.
i literally found an old text thread where they used to send me daily motivational quotes—like, actual good ones—and my heart was warmed. then, I scrolled down to the end where they sent me a potato emoji for no reason and it hit me—wait, they turned into the meme version of themselves? now I just stare at a wall of chaos, wishing for those golden days when ‘you can do this’ turned into ‘you are a...
last night, I was scrolling through my feed and saw Ohio State women’s basketball pulling off another upset. meanwhile, I’m over here deciding if I should commit to watching the entire season of a show I already watched or just scroll mindlessly for three hours again—no big deal, right? it's like, one team is out here making headlines while I am choosing between left-overs or possibly poisoning myself with expired snacks. let's just say Ohio is succeeding while I’m failing on an entirely different level. #OhioState #ExistentialCrisis
last night, I was scrolling through my feed and saw Ohio State women’s basketball pulling off another upset. meanwhile, I’m over here deciding if I should commit to watching the entire season of a show I already watched or just scroll mindlessly for three hours again—no big deal, right? it's like, one team is out here making headlines while I am choosing between left-overs or possibly poisoning myself with expired snacks. let's just say Ohio is succeeding while I’m failing on an entirely different level. #OhioState #ExistentialCrisis
Story Name: "He Won't Stop Until I'm His: A CEO's Son's Obsession" Part 6 of 7 I glance around my small apartment like a deer caught in headlights. My mind races. What could he possibly have? I shudder at the thought of his smirk, the way he revels in his control. I check the time. It's late, but something pulls at me, a sick curiosity. I grab my coat and step outside, the cold air biting at m...