Funny Single Memes For Females Novels & Stories

“Let me help you shut it out for a minute.” Her voice was a lifeline. I collapsed onto the couch in my living room. Avery sat beside me, pulling out her phone. “I’m screenshotting everything. Storing it. We’ll need it.” I nodded, burying my face in my hands. “They’re making memes. A filter. Someone added glitter to my tears.” My voice cracked. “Why does this feel like they enjoy watching me break?” “They do,” Avery said softly. “People love a spectacle. But we’ll fight back.”

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.”

Seemingly overnight, I received a ton of private messages on one of my social media platforms. They were all from strangers who called me an ingrate and claimed I was a fool—a love-addled fool who didn't know what was good for me. Their insults left me feeling outraged and indignant. Amid my confusion, I saw a video Natasha posted. It turned out that she had been posting videos about me online, claiming I was her love-addled brain dorm mate who dedicated my entire life to my boyfriend.

, Meme stutters out through her giggles, only making Amory laugh harder. “Okay haha! I haven’t had sex in three years. Funny”, she finally says. “Let’s move on, Meme”! “Neither have I”, both Spencer and I stated under our breath. “Okay, we’re still at six to three! Lala’s favorite ice cream?”, Meme asks. Butter pecan! “Seven to three, how much does Lala weigh”? That’s rude! She weighed a hundred and five pounds after she gave birth and I remember the doctor commenting that she weighed less than when she started, so that’s what I write! “Well damn”, says Meme! “Okay, Lala’s pet peeve”? Dirt?! Germs?! Life?! Fucking girl is mad OCD, you could lick her toilet and not get sick! “Seven to four, o

Theories and congratulations and many other things. I pressed the mentioned name and saw the profile of the girl who spread rumors about me and her dating. F*ck*ng sh*t. This girl is making me sick. Her bio has my initials with a lock and a heart emoji beside it. She also posted the same post as mine. This girl is unbelievable. Guess there's only one way to slap her with reality and to clear this issue spreading around that we're together. I made my status single and made it public. I also pressed share to the newsfeed. I made my bio "A single man with many dreams." and also shared it to the newsfeed. That will humiliate her.

One of the men hugged taking advantage of her and brought her up to the ship and when he saw everyone’s disgusted expression, he followed their line of sight and saw the yellow stains on her dress. The guy’s expression was priceless as he pushed her off like a plaque and distanced himself, constantly wiping his hands on his suit and looking down on his suit to see if there were any remnants on him. Neil took his phone back when the video finished playing and swiped the screen to bring up the next few visuals “These are the most popular memes now.” The screen had a picture of Amanda with the lower part of her body with the yellow stains and a caption ‘shark repellent- only while stocks last.’

The guys say I'm an ugly slut who's hungry for dick but will keep on hiding behind my glasses and books. Cue rancid laughter that makes a smell with hints of beer drift into my nose. The females though are more creative with their words. I hate every one of them for it.

The bunny ears on her head like some cheap fetish prop. The comments were brutal, and I loved every single one. I scrolled slowly, sipping my juice, a dark smile spreading across my face. “Lmao is that the campus whore?” “She really thought it was costume night? Delusional bitch” “Look at her face when she realized. Priceless.” “Bet she’s trying to fuck her way through the entire football team.” I switched to my anonymous account and started typing. Under one of the most viral videos, I commented:

Lyra I return to my desk. I open I*******m. My DMs are flooded. Messages of support. Insults. Hideous edits with my blurred photo and vicious captions. People asking me "why I messed everything up," as if the collapse were mine alone. And then, I come across a post from Cassandre, that woman wants to drive me crazy. "There are things women must say when no one is listening. I am not a jealous woman. I am a fiancée. And I refuse to be trampled on with a smile. The facts will speak for themselves."

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"