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My vapidness would love to smack some sense in him. ‘Cheers!’ Another wrote with clinking glasses. His teeth would look better on the ground or better as toppings. ‘Can I have some?’ The following goes on. I'd like to have some of your arteries too. ‘Cheap drunks!’ You think you can afford the cheap in the wildest of your dreams. The netizens had a gala day sharing memes amongst themselves. I have become a laughingstock. It ranges from hilarious to disgustingly vulgar. For what? For outspeaking and spitting facts at a jerk's face. For standing up by the side of a vampiress who is forced to become his sex slave. For having opinions that do not reconcile. For wanting to be admired.

I muttered through clenched teeth. “Please,” Daniel scoffed, “tell me about it.” I pushed back my chair, refusing to let the anger settle in my chest any longer. I stormed into my new room and collapsed onto the bed. The ceiling stared back at me, blank and unfamiliar. With a sigh, I reached for my phone on the lampstand and powered it on. I opened the "Lime" app—a booming social media platform founded three years ago by some tech genius. It was now everywhere, used by celebrities, influencers, even politicians.

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.”

He had that rare quality of making a room feel smaller in the comfortable way rather than the threatening one. I loaded my plate and ate and tried very hard not to think about anything specific and failed entirely because my body kept volunteering unsolicited highlights from the night before that I had not requested and could not turn off. "Nala you need to see this meme, it's so you." Nova was already giggling, sliding her phone across the table toward me. I started scrolling. She wasn't wrong. The meme was deeply personal, specifically targeted at my personality in a way that felt like a personal attack, and I was going to find a way to send it to myself later.

It’s the way we seek closure. I’m surprised by the number of apps on Aunt Kim’s phone. She seems to really be a fan of playing games like Candy Crush. She has a F******k and I*******m page as well, and along with following me and Louisa, the only other people she follows are horse or animal accounts.

I also left a message threatening him to review and understand and not just memorize. After sending my notes and not receiving even a single word of gratitude, not even just a smiling emoji or that hand like emoji, I was a bit whipped with frustration. I decided to scroll down to my social media and get updated by current events or get entertained. Facebook blessed my frustration with meme after meme after meme, which never failed to kick start my engine to the train of laughter. By the time I've had enough of it, I switched to my Instagram. I checked my notifications. I got forty-two new likes from the selfie that I posted earlier this morning and seven new followers. I checked all of those

And don't forget to like,comment and share Do follow my i*******m account drops_of_ambrosia for any latest updates.

I change into my slippers before I could change my outfit to a comfortable homey one. After eating our light dinner. We headed to our beds. Patty sleep so fast that it took her just a minute to snore and sleep deeply. I pick up my phone on my bed side and open my f******k account. I scrolled down on some memes and dramatic post from the group I joined. But one post stop my finger to scroll up. " Smell so good? " Is this post pointing out to me? Zeke added my on f******k and I got so hysterical seeing him on my friendrm request. My finger is shaking that time when I'm tapping the confirm button.

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.

Taylor's POV It's finally the weekend which means that today I will be going shopping with my best friends looking for clothes for our graduation party. This week had been crazy with confessions and saying goodbye to my childhood friend, Liam. However, we still keep contact with each other, even though we're in two different cities. Liam told me that Melissa was no longer an annoying bitch and she suddenly became nice to everyone and was starting to wear jeans. This at first was freaking Liam out, because she was totally different from her normal self but was going back to how she was in our childhood.