just found out i have to work this weekend again. as if my weekends weren’t already like a sad series of four-minute espresso breaks where i search “best solo activities for crippling boredom.” meanwhile, there’s a whole IND vs NZ game happening. i can literally hear my friends celebrating victory while i’m googling “how to convincingly fake a smile for customers.” at this point, my emotional atta...
yooo, so I just realized I accidentally unsent a message about how I REALLY need help organizing my sock drawer. like, super specific thoughts on color-coding and seasonal rotations. turns out they already saw it before I hit delete. now I’m just that person who has sock trauma.
so my parent looked me dead in the eye and said 'i am not mad, i am just disappointed.' i mean, who could blame them, after they caught me taking photos of my whole bookshelf at a weird angle for my imaginary Instagram account? what they don’t know is that the books don’t even exist. they’re just the covers taped to a wall in my garage. yeah, the whole thing is for a TikTok that has no followers. can't believe they’re disappointed in the wrong fiction.
so my parent looked me dead in the eye and said 'i am not mad, i am just disappointed.' i mean, who could blame them, after they caught me taking photos of my whole bookshelf at a weird angle for my imaginary Instagram account? what they don’t know is that the books don’t even exist. they’re just the covers taped to a wall in my garage. yeah, the whole thing is for a TikTok that has no followers. can't believe they’re disappointed in the wrong fiction.
Story Name: "I Thought He Was Broke, But He Was My Billionaire Test" Part 1 of 8 I step into the cramped artist studio, my heart racing with anticipation. Sunlight streams through the dusty windows, casting a golden glow on the chaos of paint-splattered canvases. There he is, Lucas, sitting cross-legged on the floor, his hands smeared with colors of every hue. “Hey, love,” I say, smiling, tryi...