if y’all ever think you have an archenemy then just know that in 1st grade the girl who sat next to me stole my mom’s very sentimental broach that she let me wear for valentine’s day. fast forward 8 yrs, she actively tried to steal my boyfriend & he cheated on me w her twice.

I don’t care about any of that anymore nor have I considered her a nemesis since high school but I just thought this was a fun lil story (sometimes I see her on campus and we smile at each other bc I have more important beef to worry about)

yes I actually call my haters “enemies” yes I think I am the protagonist in the story of my life, yes this is because books have shaped my life since childhood, yes I have used 3 different words in this thread when what I really meant to say was “enemy”