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Stories: not gonna lie, i keep imagining my life like i’m an angela jolie movie and then …

i just found out the new hire I trained is making more money than I ever will. cool, cool, cool. this is the same person who thought “confetti” was a type of sushi. so... I guess all my sacrifices for their training have really... paid off.

wait. so they were playing the republic day song at the office. everybody got super patriotic. meanwhile, I sat there contemplating my life choices. like, what if I spent all my time building my dream career and my sibling is getting extra praise for singing in the school choir at age eight? what a glow-up. suddenly, I feel like that random extra in a music video, just fading into the background...

not gonna lie, i keep imagining my life like i’m an angela jolie movie and then reality hits harder than a gluten-free carrot cake on my conscience. last week, i bought fancy candles because my therapist said "self-care" and now my apartment smells like a tropical paradise while i binge-watch shows about rich people fleeing to Europe. but here i am, stuck at a desk watching people ignore my brilliance like i’m just a background character. anyway, i just texted my crush about a coffee shop and accidentally invited 50 strangers. it’s about to get dramatic. #AngelinaJolie #maincharacterenergy

not gonna lie, i keep imagining my life like i’m an angela jolie movie and then reality hits harder than a gluten-free carrot cake on my conscience. last week, i bought fancy candles because my therapist said "self-care" and now my apartment smells like a tropical paradise while i binge-watch shows about rich people fleeing to Europe. but here i am, stuck at a desk watching people ignore my brilliance like i’m just a background character. anyway, i just texted my crush about a coffee shop and accidentally invited 50 strangers. it’s about to get dramatic. #AngelinaJolie #maincharacterenergy

Story Name: "My MIL Hired a Seductress to Destroy My Marriage" Part 5 of 6 I can’t take it anymore. My heart races as I step into the room, fists clenched at my sides. “What the hell is going on here?” I demand, my voice shaking but fierce. Jake’s head snaps up. Surprise flashes across his face, quickly masked by a smirk. “Babe, it’s not what it looks like,” he says, waving a dismissive hand to...