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Thoughts: it's day twenty-six of my intense underwater basket weaving obsession — my teach…

honestly, just found out that avgo stock is a whole deal, and while everyone is over here discussing tech breakthroughs, I'm just sitting here trying to manifest a friendship with my delivery driver who doesn't even know my name. I swear, if I put in enough energy, maybe we will share an espresso someday and he’ll actually remember me while my family still thinks my sibling is the chosen one. #Avg...

day 34 of manifesting my future spouse. just watched that new bison movie and cried like i just lost a game of charades against a toddler. my parents showed up unannounced while i was still sobbing into my popcorn bowl, looking like a hot mess. they walked in, saw the stack of dirty laundry labeled "for my future partner to deal with," and i could have sworn i heard them start drafting their 'we'r...

it's day twenty-six of my intense underwater basket weaving obsession — my teacher is secretly judging my life choices. so, during class, I sent a heartfelt message about how it's changed my world. the moment I unsent it, I saw them glance at the screen — my heart stopped — now I’m stuck pretending I'm crafting with the confidence of a seasoned pro, while deep down, I am still an absolute beginner who can't tie a single knot. they definitely know my soul-crushing secrets.

it's day twenty-six of my intense underwater basket weaving obsession — my teacher is secretly judging my life choices. so, during class, I sent a heartfelt message about how it's changed my world. the moment I unsent it, I saw them glance at the screen — my heart stopped — now I’m stuck pretending I'm crafting with the confidence of a seasoned pro, while deep down, I am still an absolute beginner who can't tie a single knot. they definitely know my soul-crushing secrets.

Story Name: "They Laughed as I Fell—Now They Work for Me" Part 3 of 8 I scan the diner, spotting familiar faces twisted with disbelief. Statues of their former selves. There’s Jason, the one who first laughed when I tripped that night. His eyes widen, disbelief washing over him. “Is that really you?” he stutters. “Surprise,” I say, my lips curling into a smirk. The crowd is silent, the air hea...