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Questions: last night, I was scrolling through my feed and saw Ohio State women’s basketbal…

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...