i just got into a FULL ON parasocial beef with a fan account for a local artisan pickle influencer. like, they literally accused me of sabotaging their spirit. i KNOW their actual favorite pickle flavor is not the one they hype up in the bio. it’s dill, and it haunts me.
not gonna lie, my parent hit me with the classic "i’m not mad, i’m just disappointed." and then my brain just... short-circuited. like, does that mean i should've chosen a different cereal this morning? or was that five seconds of indecision between cheerios and frosted flakes REALLY the tipping point? now i'm questioning my ENTIRE life over breakfast.
i was feeling all the feels after my latest situationship ghosted me for three days, then hit me with a casual 'lol' like we weren’t on a full-blown silent treatment. it’s like i’m caught in a clippers vs celtics game where the only thing being scored is my dignity. did they think this was a fun little contest? because now i’m debating whether i should throw a temper tantrum like a child or laugh it off like they’re just another player on the bench of my emotional roster. my self-esteem is at an all-time low while they treat my heart like it’s just a warm-up drill. is it too late to take them off my starting lineup? #ClippersVsCeltics #RelationshipChaos
i was feeling all the feels after my latest situationship ghosted me for three days, then hit me with a casual 'lol' like we weren’t on a full-blown silent treatment. it’s like i’m caught in a clippers vs celtics game where the only thing being scored is my dignity. did they think this was a fun little contest? because now i’m debating whether i should throw a temper tantrum like a child or laugh it off like they’re just another player on the bench of my emotional roster. my self-esteem is at an all-time low while they treat my heart like it’s just a warm-up drill. is it too late to take them off my starting lineup? #ClippersVsCeltics #RelationshipChaos
wait. my camera roll is a literal crime scene. there’s a full five-minute video of me playing air guitar in my living room, the neighbors are concerned, and i know they’re judging me. what they don’t know is that i have my whole tour set planned out in my head, complete with stage props, glitter cannons, and a ten-minute intermission where i definitely won't answer my own texts.