I literally had a chance to design a fashion line but turned it down, thinking I could just *wing it* and do something “better.” Now I’m sitting here watching someone else use it as their launching pad while I’m over here customizing my thrift store finds. It’s like, what was I even thinking? Clearly, my life is a series of *epic* fails, and I might just be the forgotten character in my own story....
Story Name: "The Story That Changed Everything" Part 3 of 4 I can’t breathe. Ava's laugh echoes like a taunt. Every word she spews drips with the kind of confidence I envy. But it’s not just her presence that sets my heart racing—it's the realization that she's not alone. I squint, and then I see him. Jake. My Jake. Leaning against the bar, smirking as he sips his drink, oblivious to the storm...
wait, I just saw the results for the local elections and I had a revelation. my relatives are gathering at my house like it’s a political rally. they’re yelling about candidates while I’m over here trying to figure out how I’m gonna afford basic groceries, yet last week I bought an inflatable hot tub that I will absolutely never use. can you believe my aunt’s trying to give me budget advice when her biggest worry is if her nail color matches her shoes? just yesterday, she called me crying because she had to cancel her daily spa appointment. life is a circus and I'm in the cheap seats. #NandedElectionResult #LifeDrama
wait, I just saw the results for the local elections and I had a revelation. my relatives are gathering at my house like it’s a political rally. they’re yelling about candidates while I’m over here trying to figure out how I’m gonna afford basic groceries, yet last week I bought an inflatable hot tub that I will absolutely never use. can you believe my aunt’s trying to give me budget advice when her biggest worry is if her nail color matches her shoes? just yesterday, she called me crying because she had to cancel her daily spa appointment. life is a circus and I'm in the cheap seats. #NandedElectionResult #LifeDrama
not gonna lie, just remembered I was supposed to build a dollhouse for my niece's birthday like three weeks ago. my mom's going to be like, "remember when you had that whole crafting phase?" and I'm just standing there like... literally no, it was a crisis coping mechanism. now I’m Googling how to make a miniature stained glass window out of plastic wrappers, so wish me luck before I have to expla...