I told my friend I had read the classic book they recommended, but I just watched a 15-minute YouTube summary video.

I live two completely different lives depending on whether anyone can find me through social media.

I make excuses to walk past your desk just to smell the cologne you wear.

My husband thinks I’m an angel who saved us from bankruptcy. I’m the one who secretly spent $45,000 on luxury designer bags using his secondary business card.

Everyone in my high school class is buying houses and starting companies while I am still figuring out my next meal.

I’m head over heels for my wife’s twin sister. Whenever they wear the same style clothes, my heart stops and I have to leave the room.

I have had moments where my heart stopped beating and I knew there was no going back from it.

My diploma is from a school I never attended and everyone believes in my achievements now.

The truth about their hidden feelings would ruin everything we have built over the past few years.

I matched with my ex’s brother on a dating app as a joke. We’ve been texting for three weeks and the chemistry is completely off the charts.

I took credit for our project at work even though you did most of the actual work.

I keep my bedroom completely dark during the day because sunlight makes my depressive thoughts feel too loud.

I told my cat we were going to the park, but I took him to the vet. He hissed at me for three days straight.

I still wear the ring you gave me on a chain around my neck underneath my shirt.

I hate social gatherings so much that I draft elaborate medical emergencies in my head just to have an excuse to leave early.