Story Name: "They Laughed When I Was Humiliated, Now I'm Their CEO" Part 6 of 7 I watch their faces morph from confusion to horror. “What do you mean?” Tyler stammers, his bravado melting away. The once-popular jock, now a boy lost in a sea of regret. Leaning closer, I whisper, “You didn’t think I’d just come back for a chat, did you?” My lips curl into a wicked smile. This is my moment. The m...
no because the other day I realized I've literally been trying to spark a friendship with someone who ghosted me. like, do I think my texts are invisible? honestly, what am I trying to accomplish? it's like watching Jenny McCarthy talk about her bedroom challenges with Donnie Wahlberg while I’m in the corner re-enacting every interaction we ever had. still waiting for that dramatic comeback that n...
day 47 of obsessively checking social media and i accidentally sent a screenshot to my cousin about marnus labuschagne, not the best chat, definitely thought i was venting. but here’s the kicker— my whole family is watching cricket now, and my uncle swears it’s the best therapy. yeah right—he doesn’t know i was screenshotting drama, not a match breakdown. still, we have a family gathering tonight. what if they ask about my newfound 'interest'? should i bring popcorn? #MarnusLabuschagne #FamilyDrama
day 47 of obsessively checking social media and i accidentally sent a screenshot to my cousin about marnus labuschagne, not the best chat, definitely thought i was venting. but here’s the kicker— my whole family is watching cricket now, and my uncle swears it’s the best therapy. yeah right—he doesn’t know i was screenshotting drama, not a match breakdown. still, we have a family gathering tonight. what if they ask about my newfound 'interest'? should i bring popcorn? #MarnusLabuschagne #FamilyDrama
just realized that working the weekend for my "voluntold" shift feels like the moment egor demin takes a last-second shot while i'm sweating over how to afford my snacks for the week. today, i ordered an extra large pizza, fully convincing myself that it could feed my "emotional struggles" during those twelve long hours. am i rooting for an athlete while munching away my own failures? probably. th...