Story Name: "When My Roommate Became a Living Nightmare" Part 7 of 8 I take a step back, my heart pounding in my chest. “Lying? About what?” Mia swallows hard. Her face is pale, but she finally meets my gaze. “About Sean. He’s… not who you think he is.” Confusion floods me. “What do you mean? He’s my friend. My best friend!” Her hands tremble even more, and she bites her lip. “That’s just it...
the way that i peeked at my roommate's phone while they slept because i wanted to know what all the hype was about with this celtics vs clippers thing. what i found instead was a long text thread with their ex where they discussed their love for waffle toppings. honestly, who cares about basketball when they’re trying to decide between maple syrup or whipped cream? now i can't look at them without...
why is it that my hearted message just became a ‘love confession’ in my group chat? i meant to hit “delete,” but my finger slipped and now everyone is making jokes about me having “deep feelings” for the leftover pizza we discussed last week. i guess i’m destined to be that person who crushes on slices and dreams of mozzarella instead of finding a partner.
why is it that my hearted message just became a ‘love confession’ in my group chat? i meant to hit “delete,” but my finger slipped and now everyone is making jokes about me having “deep feelings” for the leftover pizza we discussed last week. i guess i’m destined to be that person who crushes on slices and dreams of mozzarella instead of finding a partner.
moved cities for a guy who swore he loved me like George Kittle loves that end zone. packed my entire life into boxes. three months later he leaves me with an empty apartment, an unopened bottle of red wine, and the unshakeable conviction that I need to start a petition to create a support group for ex-lovers who pick the wrong town. every time I see a photo of Claire Kittle rocking those red boot...