literally spent two hundred dollars on a collector's edition video game because the packaging was all shiny and gold. i thought i was treating myself to a new obsession. then the credit card bill came, and suddenly, i was just a broke gamer staring at a glorified pizza box on my shelf. it’s like my money did a magic trick, disappearing into the abyss of instant gratification.
it's day 3 of being left on read, and honestly, my crush hit me with a casual 'lol' like we didn’t just go through a literal emotional spiral. the stock market reacts to silver prices jumping, and here i am, calculating if their fleeting attention is worth my sanity. this is worse than waiting for a share price to stabilize; at least silver has value. will my heart get any dividends from this inte...
the way that i'm out here praying for the success of cal’s new offensive tackle while my laundry is STILL not folded on my bedroom floor – does this even make sense? should i be concerned about someone who plays football more than the socks that have been giving me the side-eye for a week? i just know that if i showed half as much dedication to my own life as i do to hypothetical athletes, my apartment would not look like a scene from a reality show. #Cal #realstruggles
the way that i'm out here praying for the success of cal’s new offensive tackle while my laundry is STILL not folded on my bedroom floor – does this even make sense? should i be concerned about someone who plays football more than the socks that have been giving me the side-eye for a week? i just know that if i showed half as much dedication to my own life as i do to hypothetical athletes, my apartment would not look like a scene from a reality show. #Cal #realstruggles
Story Name: "My Ex’s Wedding Crash Revealed Secrets That Shattered My Heart" Part 4 of 6 I’m shaking, my heart in knots. “What are you doing?” I repeat, louder this time, desperation clawing at my throat. The guests are a sea of wide eyes and dropped jaws, and I can feel their judgment like a weight pressing down on me. Aaron steps closer, his voice low and urgent. “You deserve to know the tru...