Anxiety Memes Novels & Stories

"I'm going to miss you Benj. I'm going to miss you being an idiot and suddenly yelling when you want a pork chop." Then they laughed again. Maybe they are aware that their microphone is on? "Gagi dre, I really bet this Ace will immediately go to miss Jessica Soho to call to find Miss-" "You know Wakin, why don't you just try to work for your company instead of being an artist?" "Asus! You're treating me like that after I freed you from the trip?! Because of your pageemote with miss-" "Miss again and again!" And filled with laughter again. "That g&n%ng laugh is so ul#l," said Anne from my side.

“I said who are you or who sent you? Tell me” My teeth chattered in fear. My heart began to hammer against my chest. A feeling of dread creeping up the pit of my stomach. In between that fear was a great urge to laugh. The urge increased as I stared at the guy, whose face was blazing red with anger. I put my hand over my mouth using every muscle to stifle the laughter, which was trying to force it's way out of my mouth. Wait! Something is wrong with me. I'm in a big mess, afraid of what's looming, and yet, I'm also happy. Shit! Why the hell am I happy? Why the heck am I!!? I tried to keep my cool; tried to stop laughing, tried to behave normal but my brain kept on tingling. My mind!!! Where

Wait a minute are…are the two of them bonding? Ang's face lights up in understanding as though she had just discovered something."Wait just a minute you would not happen to be mistress smiley face two thousand now would you?" I am sorry but did Ang just say smiley face two thousand?….Is she high?… Annalise raises her hand to slowly tuck a piece of fly away hair from her face before shrugging her shoulders to answer. "In between fighting to save the world from life threatening microbes that could potentially kill us if left like that, I do happen to obsess about that man and may or may not have grown a cult like following for him that has almost two million people."

The comments are worse. “She’s a train wreck.” “She’s high again lmao.” “Imagine having that much money and still being pathetic.” “Her career’s a ticking time bomb.” “She’s fried her brain.” I keep scrolling because I’m an expert in self-destruction and this is my specialty picking the wound until it bleeds. Someone made a meme of my face, eyes wide, lips parted mid-sentence. They captioned it: “When even your dealer is concerned.”

“I cannot wait for the day Vera good gets into a fight and Eden would not be there!” “That day will be brutal” I closed the laptop. I opened it again immediately and refreshed. There was a meme now. Someone had taken a part of the video and turned it into a GIF, the exact moment Erica had me by the hair and my face was doing something undignified, and put it side by side with a stock image of a cat being held by the scruff. The account that posted it had no profile picture, no followers, no posts except this one. I knew who made it. WREN!

I taunted him. "Nothing is enough," he huffed. "Should I break your skull or chop off your finger? And then, you can imagine the 'oh ho ho ho' tone in your mind in the background," I jokingly threatened him. (Oh ho ho ho is a song that's widely used as a meme for depicting sad or fucked up situations in India) "What the fuck? I am upset and crying over here and you're imagining about a meme in such a serious situation?" He complained.

It was like someone had loosened a knot that I did not know was there. By the next week the messages stretched longer. She started sending memes that was about anxiety brain fog. A cartoon character that was staring blankly at the wall with the caption “when your thoughts are buffering.” I laughed out loud in my kitchen. The sound made even me surprised. I replied with a crying laughing emoji and then I added. “Too real.”

Comments flooded in faster than I could read. Is this allowed??? She’s trying to sleep her way to scoops lol Harlan’s gonna get fired for sure Maddie Smith is such a slut, always knew she was thirsty Coach banging students now? Disgusting My stomach dropped so fast I felt dizzy. The screen kept lighting up, more notifications, hate messages, threats, anonymous accounts tagging me in memes, calling me every name in the book. Jax was scrolling his own phone, jaw clenched tight. “This is bad. Really bad.”

Doesn’t like people worrying about him, analyzing him, checking if he’s okay. And right now? With him sitting this close Looking like this I don’t trust myself to survive a mood swing from him. “Show me.” Of course. I hesitate, then scroll through the messages. It’s mostly chaos memes, dumb emojis, nonsense. Safe enough. I turn the screen toward him. He scans it, unimpressed. “That’s it?” he says flatly. “You expect me to believe that’s all?” I shrug. “You’d be surprised how low our standards are.”

A single comment—one damn comment—had detonated under our latest I*******m post like it was laced with caffeine and glitter. RachelK: Team Silver Fox 🦊 or Dr. Sexy Young Buck 🦌? Don’t make me choose. I want both. That girl. That menace. Thousands of likes. Hundreds of replies. Debates. Fan theories. “Thirst trap” memes made from their headshots I hadn’t even posted. A few women claimed to have already booked pelvic exams. One of them tagged a friend and wrote, we’re going together. Make it a girls’ trip. I pinched the bridge of my nose to stop from grinning like an idiot.