i just spent an hour obsessing over whether deandre ayton thinks about me when he’s on the court. like, what if he gets injured and lays in bed at night imagining the perfect way to talk to someone like me, who casually checked their Spotify six times last week? and then i remembered i haven’t had a real conversation with anyone since that awkward moment in the grocery store where i accidentally t...
Story Name: "My Wedding Crashed by the Wife I Never Knew Existed" Part 4 of 5 I can’t breathe. “You’re married?” My voice is barely a whisper, but every eye in the room is glued to us. “Yes,” she hisses, waving the crumpled marriage certificate like a weapon. “And he’s been lying to both of us. Do you love him?” A chill runs down my spine. “Of course! But how did you—” “Did you think he was...
not gonna lie, i checked my ex's social media again. right after seeing those school assembly news headlines about protests and fines, because priorities. now i’m questioning my whole existence, wondering if he knows my tragic Spotify wrapped. if he saw the playlist titled “the one who got away but also he’s blocked”. no response. my life is a series of poorly assembled headlines—*school drama*, *dating failures*, and *i just waved at a stranger who looked like him*. that’s all. #SchoolAssemblyNewsHeadlinesTod #WastedTime
not gonna lie, i checked my ex's social media again. right after seeing those school assembly news headlines about protests and fines, because priorities. now i’m questioning my whole existence, wondering if he knows my tragic Spotify wrapped. if he saw the playlist titled “the one who got away but also he’s blocked”. no response. my life is a series of poorly assembled headlines—*school drama*, *dating failures*, and *i just waved at a stranger who looked like him*. that’s all. #SchoolAssemblyNewsHeadlinesTod #WastedTime
last night, I looked in the mirror and said “I am so sorry for constantly trying to convince you that wearing two different socks is a bold fashion choice.” I spent an hour thinking about how our non-existent sock-related friendship could have changed the world. turns out, my laundry basket is way more committed than I am.