Anxiety Memes Novels & Stories

Lucian I vividly recalled her death many times a day in my head. Neither portrait nor photo could unease the despair and loss I felt every time the memory replayed. All that I can think of is I'm not fast enough. Not strict enough. The left side of my nose violently twitched. I inhaled swiftly—thinking it would calm me, but there isn't much that could stop it— and just as quickly exhaled. I only got like this when im anxious or furious. I get anxious and firefilled when that memory comes to mind. I'm a fucking king. I don't fear; I AM FEAR.

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she tells me and for a second I can imagine Elliot saying this. I nod my head as I didn’t know how to respond to that. “Also, we can also mark this as high functioning anxiety and what that means is when a person has anxiety or worries that don’t ease even when you think life has gotten better; when you're not satisfied with how things are going in your life. Also, this goes to being uncomfortable to express your feelings and having to constantly please others when you're not satisfied with yourself,” she explained. “Do you have any connections with any of that?”

“Mila, you’re a saint!” Then, he pulled out his phone. “Look at the group chat. It’s exploding!” The group name had been changed to ‘Care and Support of the Clown Werewolf King,’ and it was flooded with merciless mockery. Someone had photoshopped Sarek’s face with clown makeup and captioned it: [So I came after. I’m a homewrecker.] There were even meme videos titled, “The Werewolf King’s Breakup Survival Guide.” Louis laughed so hard his whole body shook. “Hahaha! That’s brutal!”

Mentions, messages, tags. My stomach tightened as I opened one. It was a meme caricature of my old picture. There was a poop emoji on top of my head, my brown eyes were replaced with a red laser, and a boldly written text on the picture said ‘SLUT’. I groaned and locked my phone immediately. But it was too late. I’d already seen it. Another buzz. Then another. Curiosity got the better of me again. I saw a particular message from a private page in my DM.

“Somebody at the party filmed it. Course they did.” He turned the screen around. There it was—grainy, shaky video. Marco throwing Enzo into the wall. Angelo eating a knee to the face. Stefano tripping backward before getting stomped. Then Marco turning his back on the whole room and walking out like he had somewhere better to be. “The whole fuckin’ coast saw it already,” Stefano said. “We’re a meme.” Enzo looked disgusted. “They’re laughin’?” “Laughin’, repostin’, hashtaggin’. They’re treatin’ it like a fuckin’ UFC highlight.”

“No, boss, I haven’t.” “Let’s check how Morgan is doing now,” I snicker.We enter into the living room and I settle down on the couch folding my legs under me while Gabe picks the single sofa on the side. I open my bag and rummage through until I find my phone. Then I enter my social media account and the entire scandal is still blazing hot. I laugh . “This is such a goated move… memes are now being made with his blurry naked shots and they are hilarious.” “Boss, is it still blazing?”

The message preview lit up across the top of the phone. A video icon. And the name I hadn’t saved under any nickname. Just Knox. Knox: (Video) And beneath it, those damning words: Thought about you the whole time. My stomach dropped. I lurched forward before I even knew what I was doing, practically yanking the phone from Jared’s hands. “Whoa!” he laughed. “What was that?” “Sorry! That was Lana,” I laughed too, but mine was tight, shaky, manic. “She’s been spamming me with wedding memes. One of them nearly crashed my phone earlier, swear.”

It didn’t take me long to figure out what was going on—Jaxon was going viral. “This is going to be fun,” Kade chuckled and then kissed my cheek. “I’ll see you later.” I watched him disappear and then kept walking. I stopped in front of a locker to peel off one of the stickers. It was a cartoonish meme of Jaxon, complete with exaggerated wide eyes and a speech bubble that read: "Bidding $5000 on an ex? Obsessed much?" I scoffed, shaking my head. The next one was even worse—"Jaxon’s Punch: Weakest Move of the Year."

TESSA I open I*******m first, and my world implodes all over again. The video is everywhere. Reposted, shared, turned into memes, reaction videos and compilation clips. #TessaFail is trending. #FatGirlDown has over a million views. Someone has auto-tuned my sobs and turned them into a remix. But it's the comments that really destroy me: "LMAOOOOO this is the funniest thing I've ever seen" "Imagine being this delusional about your weight"