Novel & Cerita Anxiety Memes

Selena hurled the tablet onto the sofa. The screen was still lit. A meme kept sliding up her timeline. It was that photo of Ava, startled by the flash, a french fry caught between her lips. Across it, in huge bold letters, someone had written: "Her only crime was buying this many chips and not sharing with the rest of us." Under it were fifty thousand likes. "I’m so done with this!" Vivian cried, covering her face. "Has the whole internet gone collectively insane? It’s an oversized gray hoodie. It’s cheap junk food. Why do they even like her? Some people are literally analyzing the fabric of that hoodie."

It was too much fun to see and hear her unfiltered like this to waste such a good opportunity. I wasn't a first-class jerk. "No, I'm not insane; the insane one is someone who consumes that kind of stuff. But well... who am I to judge?" "Oh, please! Don't hit me with the Michael Jackson meme, it's too worn out and old... I don't know, update it with a funnier meme." I couldn't believe she was already daring to say something to me.

Zara’s POV Knox Henderson is laughing across the room with a beer in his hand and I’m three vodka sodas deep, wondering which would feel better: punching him or ruining him. Six months ago, he took a photo of me passed out at a party. Marker on my face, skirt ridden up with my ass on display. He posted it to a group chat of sixty people with the caption “scholarship girls can’t hang.” For two weeks, I was a campus meme. Giggles in the dining hall. Screenshots on every platform.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s so hard to control the way I feel. I’m so scared. I feel like something terrible is going to happen. I feel like it’s hovering right above my head and will crash down on me at any second.” Essentially, that’s what anxiety is. “Nothing bad will happen because I won’t allow it,” she says firmly. “Everyone is looking forward to see the best version of yourself so at least try to look happy. You’re a Luna now. Your public image matters more than your feelings. You need to show these people that you’re no longer a slave. You’re in charge now. Don’t show them fear. That’ll be a terrible mistake. The worst you’ll ever make.”

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The naivety both of them practiced to the insanity of this whole situation was infuriating. "How about nothing? I haven't seen him asking you to do anything at all. You're the one who gets all menstrual moody and acts impulsively. Your anxiety is not good for your health. Oh! I also propose meditation. Trust me, the people preaching that shit are not joking." I couldn't believe this man and at the same time I had to agree with him.

Jay slammed his arm between me and an approaching and very pissed Demetri. "No." He shoved Jay away. "Stop babying him. You want the truth?" Demetri snarled. "You're acting like a spoiled jackass! Hell, my niece has better manners than you do when she's throwing tantrums. Granted, all she wants is a tit full of milk but hell, you're a freaking mess, man, and that's me sugarcoating as much shit as I can." He shook his blond head. "You need to talk to someone about the anxiety attacks. Because if you don't, it's just going to build until you end up a true hermit, afraid of your own shadow. At least listen to your friends, the people that care about you. Hell, listen to Mama Jay." Jaymeson flip

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He clicks on it and staring back at him, is a picture of himself, moving away as clowns came near. He looks terrible, drunk and at the same time terrified. Tempering the urge to throw the phone away from himself, he scrolls down and sees different captions to the meme and one particular one by Ash Glam's Twitter page that reads "Undone assignments when they are due..." They had the guys to post it as well? They basically fueled the meme going viral. He goes back and checks the second hot topic. "Owner of B&F accused of Plagiarism right after Gail's death." He clicks on it and sees a news link and clicks on it as well.

Lyra, as venomous as a snake. The shadow that slipped between us, so quietly that no radar beeped. But who is now everywhere. I leap out of bed, the blanket wraps around my legs, I almost fall, but rage keeps me standing. Under the bathroom door, the light is on. The shower is running, I see that Alexandre is there. The idiot is calmly showering. While I am being crucified on social media. While we are becoming the laughingstock of the country. — Damn it, Alexandre…