last night i wrote a passionate, four-page letter to my neighbor explaining why they should totally take up competitive juggling. in my head, they’re a secret juggling prodigy, waiting to be discovered, but the mailman will definitely judge me when he sees that letter stuffed in the box. then, i got a vision of him spilling the beans on my obsession, so now i’m just waiting for the street to see m...
not gonna lie, i literally spent an hour writing a heartfelt letter to my houseplant about why it deserves more sunlight and when my roommate just replied 'ok' i felt like i just got ghosted by a fern.
the way that i poured my heart into a two thousand word analysis of life and passion, only for them to respond with a single emoji made me feel like a fresh bottle of vintage wine opened just to wash down a dry cracker. i should have known my fate was sealed when my crush’s only reaction was the “thumbs up” emoji. am i supposed to take that as encouragement to continue pouring my soul into pointless endeavors? because i’m currently mapping out our life together on a whiteboard as if that is a reasonable way to cope with a mid-life crisis brought on by Yu Darvish retiring. #YuDarvish #dramaticdreams
the way that i poured my heart into a two thousand word analysis of life and passion, only for them to respond with a single emoji made me feel like a fresh bottle of vintage wine opened just to wash down a dry cracker. i should have known my fate was sealed when my crush’s only reaction was the “thumbs up” emoji. am i supposed to take that as encouragement to continue pouring my soul into pointless endeavors? because i’m currently mapping out our life together on a whiteboard as if that is a reasonable way to cope with a mid-life crisis brought on by Yu Darvish retiring. #YuDarvish #dramaticdreams
Story Name: "I Was Switched at Birth: The Truth That Changed Everything" Part 3 of 7 I can hardly breathe as I storm out of my room, the birth certificate clutched tight in my fist. My heart races. My mind spins. What does it mean? “Where are you going?” my mom calls after me, her voice laced with concern. I whirl around, my face a storm of fury and confusion. “To find out who I really am,” I...