Guys, I’m on chapter 18 and I am just fucking anxiety/hate reading right now! Every person in this story is stressful in their own way. (except pink haired dude, he’s a baller)
Chapter 15 I’m sitting here, just disappointed- B-man just left him, LEFT HIM THERE, when that b*tch CEO was being so sketch, and MC is SO traumatized, can you not read a room at all?! I swear, if some random stranger walked up so me on the street, and was like “hey, that’s my abusive ex and he’s being a f-ing stalker, can you stay with me? I’m scared to be alone.” I would walk in like I was the queen of Egypt and that dude was a gosh darn peasant. Look, the MCs a hoe, it happens move on, but I’m starting to think that the pervert manager there, might have a clock-holding fetish (that was autocorrect- I meant cockholding- but it’s so funny I don’t want to change it lol). I’m not judging, I’m just saying time and place, maybe don’t let your clock-holding fetish get in the way of supporting the people you love. That’s a life lesson.
(This comment went a bit off course, but it is what it is.)
Guys, I’m on chapter 18 and I am just fucking anxiety/hate reading right now! Every person in this story is stressful in their own way. (except pink haired dude, he’s a baller)
Chapter 15 I’m sitting here, just disappointed- B-man just left him, LEFT HIM THERE, when that b*tch CEO was being so sketch, and MC is SO traumatized, can you not read a room at all?! I swear, if some random stranger walked up so me on the street, and was like “hey, that’s my abusive ex and he’s being a f-ing stalker, can you stay with me? I’m scared to be alone.” I would walk in like I was the queen of Egypt and that dude was a gosh darn peasant. Look, the MCs a hoe, it happens move on, but I’m starting to think that the pervert manager there, might have a clock-holding fetish (that was autocorrect- I meant cockholding- but it’s so funny I don’t want to change it lol). I’m not judging, I’m just saying time and place, maybe don’t let your clock-holding fetish get in the way of supporting the people you love. That’s a life lesson.
(This comment went a bit off course, but it is what it is.)