Dear Diary, I’ve Entered My Fighting Arc

Annoying mosquito of the century. I swear this man makes me want to pull up on him in a Walmart parking lot at 2AM. I hear his name and my blood pressure does jumping jacks. It’s on SIGHT.  ⚔️ 

Oh, baby. The moment she appears on screen, my soul leaves my body, my vision shakes, and my inner auntie whispers,
“Give her the TWO PIECE COMBO.”
She is a walking migraine with lip gloss on.
If she breathes wrong again, I’m swinging. ⚔️ 

This woman made me CARE about her. Made me FEEL BAD for her. Had me ready to defend her like an idiot…only for her to stab my fav in the BACK like it was a hobby. Girl, take your earrings off. Meet. Me. Outside. ⚔️ 

Listen… I don’t fight corporations on a normal day,
but THIS ONE? THIS ONE is catching hands, elbows, and a folding chair. ⚔️ 

They took my perfect OTP—chemistry so strong it was basically scientifically illegal—and said, “No, actually let’s beef over contracts like toddlers arguing over crayons.”

IF I SEE THEM: I’m dropping a big cardboard box over their heads, grabbing a plastic bat from the dollar store, and giving them a rhythm-based beatdown they will feel in all nine realms. 

You break my drama dreams?
I break your ankles in imaginary combat.
It’s called balance. ⚖️✨

I just started this drama yet there’s this coworker man.
Sir… SIR… why are you stressing out my delicate mochi prince? ??
Meet me outside. Behind the convenience store.
I just wanna talk. (ง •̀_•́)ง ✨