Story Name: "When Group Projects Go Rogue: Friends Torn Apart" Part 5 of 7 Jess looks up, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “I didn’t want to hurt you, but…” She hesitates, biting her lip until it bleeds. “Zach and I… we’ve been… well, we’ve been working on something. Behind your back.” My heart drops. “What do you mean?” Her fingers tremble as she pulls out her phone. I can barely breath...
so i just found out that the supercopa de españa is happening this weekend, and like, instead of being excited, all i can think about is this guy who literally hasn’t messaged me back in weeks. i’ve rewatched our entire conversation, and i still can’t figure out what i did wrong. meanwhile, i'm trying to enjoy the moment of an epic soccer event, but the only thing scoring in my life is my emotiona...
last night, i decided to clean out my closet. discovered five different journal entries about my intense love for spaghetti, which apparently everyone else thought was a joke. now my friends think i’m secretly a pasta enthusiast plotting a culinary revolution. they want to hold an intervention for my fictional carb addiction, while i’m over here trying to figure out how to manifest a gourmet spaghetti date with someone who doesn’t even know i exist.
last night, i decided to clean out my closet. discovered five different journal entries about my intense love for spaghetti, which apparently everyone else thought was a joke. now my friends think i’m secretly a pasta enthusiast plotting a culinary revolution. they want to hold an intervention for my fictional carb addiction, while i’m over here trying to figure out how to manifest a gourmet spaghetti date with someone who doesn’t even know i exist.
ever had your holiday dinner suddenly shift into a “you should definitely get a hobby” intervention? mine did. i brought the garlic bread, and somehow they ended up asking me why my biggest achievement last year was watching a whole season of a show in a day. and that i should get a life, like, the family dog does yoga or something... why would i leave my room for that? #honestlyembarrassing #dinn...