it's not that i’m dramatic, it’s just that i found out my great aunt’s second husband was actually an underground circus juggler who did mime performances in the dark. that explains why i always feel the need to make things weirdly complicated when flirting. juggling emotions is just in my blood, apparently.
what is it with people claiming they need space while they’re out there swimming in a pool of new friendships? literally, i could take space and literally just need a pack of gummy bears to get by, but here we are. is this a space they rented for the summer or is my heart just getting upcharged on emotional airfares?
it's not that I am a full-blown disaster. it's just... my cousin pulled out a PowerPoint during holiday dinner to "address my life choices" like we were at a corporate meeting. like, one of the slides had a pie chart labeled "Sarah's Path to Success" and it literally had a slice for "my Netflix addiction" next to "maybe try being a grown-up." I could not even argue because the only thing I manifested that night was my dessert disappearing while they were talking about my future as a "freelance dog walker."
it's not that I am a full-blown disaster. it's just... my cousin pulled out a PowerPoint during holiday dinner to "address my life choices" like we were at a corporate meeting. like, one of the slides had a pie chart labeled "Sarah's Path to Success" and it literally had a slice for "my Netflix addiction" next to "maybe try being a grown-up." I could not even argue because the only thing I manifested that night was my dessert disappearing while they were talking about my future as a "freelance dog walker."
Story Name: "My Mother-in-Law Stole My Wedding Day and My Future" Part 1 of 3 I stand at the altar, my heart racing. Sunlight pours through the stained glass, casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto my white dress. I can practically hear the whispers of my family and friends, the air thick with anticipation. But just as I turn to meet Alex's gaze, the church doors swing open. My breath hitches. T...