She's pretty, you're not. He's witty, you're slow. She's ambitious, you're a smushed gurb. He's the sweetest thing that happened on this planet, you're just a simp. She's creative, you're a reposter. She has 5k followers, you can barely withstand having 20 before you delete everything. You listen to uplifting rock, crying on your computer with your boyfriend texting.
You can't get a job. You can't get a life. You can't get meaning, or friends. At least you're good at playing games or being on social media for hours straight. You run away from people before they get a chance to criticize you or worse, give you NPC advice you've heard a thousand times on tiktok.
It's okay, there's tomorrow, just another day won't hurt will it?
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Story by Person who can rawr
RandomI write in here when I feel insane. Read this if you want an uncomfortable trip down the crappy slumbering parts of the human neuronal slush. An ode self-hatred.
