Story Name: "My Ex’s Regret: Winning the Lottery Was Just the Beginning" Part 4 of 6 I push through the crowd, the sound of coins clinking and laughter swirling around me. The neon lights flicker, casting shadows over my face. My palms are sweaty. I need to find him. Then, I see him—Derek. Leaning against the bar, a smug smile plastered on his face. He's with someone. My heart sinks as I recogn...
Story Name: "My Ex’s Regret: Winning the Lottery Was Just the Beginning" Part 4 of 6 as I make my way inside. The neon lights flicker, casting a glow on the sea of faces, but my eyes are locked on him. Derek stands at the bar, leaning against it like he owns the place. That smug smile sends a shiver down my spine. My blood boils. He looks up, our eyes meet, and time freezes. The corners of his...
the way that i was just voice texting about the profound impact of sushant singh rajput's movies—and somehow my phone heard my thoughts on why i should probably just give up and start a life as a professional hermit. so, in the middle of typing a tribute to his legacy, i said, 'maybe i should just stop socializing completely because my microwave judges me more than anyone.' what was supposed to be a heartfelt message suddenly turned into me contemplating a life alone in the woods where the only friend is a squirrel that doesn't mind my emotional baggage—wait, what? the fact that my subconscious thinks my kitchen appliances have opinions now is really troubling—how did we get here? #SushantSinghRajput #selfreflection
the way that i was just voice texting about the profound impact of sushant singh rajput's movies—and somehow my phone heard my thoughts on why i should probably just give up and start a life as a professional hermit. so, in the middle of typing a tribute to his legacy, i said, 'maybe i should just stop socializing completely because my microwave judges me more than anyone.' what was supposed to be a heartfelt message suddenly turned into me contemplating a life alone in the woods where the only friend is a squirrel that doesn't mind my emotional baggage—wait, what? the fact that my subconscious thinks my kitchen appliances have opinions now is really troubling—how did we get here? #SushantSinghRajput #selfreflection
just liked a post from my neighbor while obsessively scrolling their vacation pictures. my heart dropped because we’ve literally never spoken. now i am imagining how to act normal while also hiding in my house for the next six months. #awkwardneighborcrush #panickedscrolling