Story Name: "When Allies Become Enemies: The Betrayal Chronicles" Part 2 of 4 I walk into the café, and my stomach drops. There she is—Maya, my best friend, laughing across the table with Jake. The Jake. My ex. My breath hitches. I want to turn around and leave, but my feet betray me. They carry me closer, closer, until I can hear their whispered secrets. “You won’t believe what she said,” May...
sometimes i think about the time i accidentally tried to return a library book that was actually a magazine... from 2009. and the librarian looked at me like i was trying to hand over the crown jewels. the way i froze in panic, saying “but it has words in it!” as if that made it better.
literally just found out my private story was screenshotted by the barista who once gave me a grande oat milk chai. now they have full access to my angst-filled rants about how cereal is literally soup. like, if i was making a case for the UN to redefine breakfast food, i really didn’t need my questionable thoughts on bologna sandwiches out there. my life is over.
literally just found out my private story was screenshotted by the barista who once gave me a grande oat milk chai. now they have full access to my angst-filled rants about how cereal is literally soup. like, if i was making a case for the UN to redefine breakfast food, i really didn’t need my questionable thoughts on bologna sandwiches out there. my life is over.
I just heard Ruturaj Gaikwad is leading the CSK this IPL season. Honestly, who am I kidding? I can barely lead myself to pay rent on time. It’s three days until I get paid, and somehow my couch is looking at me like it knows my financial situation. Sorry, couch, it's not you, it's me. The worst part? I thought about asking my plants for advice on budgeting, but they looked more disappointed than s...