You don't start the drama. It just keeps finding you, like a stray cat that knows you'll feed it.
You swear you keep to yourself, and yet somehow there's always a Situation. Your ex texts at midnight, your roommate's beef becomes your problem, and the group chat goes off at 2am — about you. You're not lighting the fires; you're just standing very close to the matches, every single time. The drama isn't a hobby, it's gravity, and you're the planet.
Get your read — free on iPhoneyou swear you stay out of it, yet the group chat is always somehow about you. the drama isn't your hobby — it's your gravity.