and i oop...

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pov: mae's

location: at mae's house

time: 5:11pm

so i guess it's kind of a thing now to dance around in front of your phone for fifteen seconds and then post it to the world. why am i not surprised? like, what the fuck is all this whoah shit? i will sit down at lunch and all i will hear is, "it's soft season," and people singing "i was fighting some demons..." please someone explain...

i have nothing better to do so i decide to download the app and see what the hype is all about. all i can from the past hour i have spent on this app is that i have fallen down the rabbit hole. i'm very confused, concerned for some of these 'musers' or 'tiktokers' - whatever the fuck they call themselves - and overall addicted. i haven't posted any videos yet because i have way to much anxiety for that, but i have way to many sounds added to my favourites, liked too many videos, and have grown fat crushes for way too many boys. like why can't they come to my school?

after doing homework and other school shit i decided to go downstairs to eat dinner. it was tuesday so we got chik fil a, as my family has somewhat of a ritual to get takeout every tuesday. after stuffing my face with chicken nuggets and chips, i went and had a hot shower and chucked on my grey sweatpants and oversized champion hoodie... coz i'm basic. i then chucked my dark blonde hair in a messy bun and sprawled across my bed to scroll through my instagram feed. the night went on and i somehow decided to make a few tiktok's at 3am which i saved to my drafts...

i crawled back into my bed and curled in a ball sitting in darkness. the only light was coming from the love of my life... my phone. at some point my eyelids grew heavy and i fell asleep.

time: 6:30am

rubbing my eyes, i squirm around in my tangled bedsheets and see the light filter through my blinds. it's really pretty in the morning, quite peaceful actually, except for the distant beeping of my alarm. the same alarm that wakes me up every morning at 6:30am to tell me to get my ass out of bed. i yeeted my bedsheets across the room and crawled out of bed. standing in front of my mirror i realise that i look like a fucking turd... but it's fine. nothing new.

after chucking on some clean sweats and a brandy melville crop top i put on my jewelry and chuck my hair up into a ponytail. i've honestly given up on trying to look 'cute' at school, because i can't be bothered, and there is no one there that i want to impress. i practically slide down the stairs and go to the kitchen to shove some food in my backpack and make my morning coffee. black coffee with a dash of caramel creamer.

i then leave my house and lock the door, sprinting to my bus stop because i'm somehow late yet again. the bus screeches to a halt just as i arrive. i jump on, plonking my ass on a seat near the middle, making sure i am away from all socialisation.

unzipping my bag, i pull out my phone and airpods - small flex. i log into my phone for the first time this morning and soon realise that i have 20,790 notifications from inst and 168,999 notifications from tiktok... what the fuck has happened?!

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