Stressed Meme Novels & Stories

Sarah pointed towards me, “That's why wwe planned the day out to loosen her up.” “But are you sure that's what made you so tense?” seeing Leon caring for me made me smile. He is such a sweetheart, unlike someone. “Yeah Lean, I'm sure I'm fine.” I assured him, “Like Sarah said, I'm an overthinker and that's what makes me more stressed over things, eleven before they occur.” “You gotta chill Eve,” Leon nudged his shoulder with mine,”you're just a teenager, so behave like one. Stop stressing so much.”

With that words, my heart pumped hard and the blood of my face are starting to fade makin it a little paler 'Didn't I already said that we'll talk tomorrow?' i'm so stressed

Don't you start with m-, shh answer his question. "I did, I already ate three times today but I'm just really stressed and when I'm stressed I get hungry and cranky," I explained and he nodded while sipping his beer. That beverage doesn't look nice right now. Why did I ever drink it? I vow to myself to never touch a beer ever again. "Oh okay. So as I was saying, Jamie didn't want to tell his annoying mother to fuck off so I did it for him, hilarious right?" He laughed and I looked at him confused. Which part of this sentence is funny?

After changing back into her regular clothes, Scarlett scoured the internet for memes that were funny or relevant enough to share on her social media. It was a full-time job, taking up more of her time than homework, but somebody had to drudge through the sea of endless posts to pick out the gems. There were a lot of memes about men, due to the trending hashtag #notallmen. Scarlett steered clear, careful not to take a stance one way or another. She couldn't deal with people arguing on her posts. The only valid response was a laughter emoji.

Zane glanced up from the sofa, one eyebrow lifted, looking way too amused for someone causing international drama. “He swore yesterday,” I continued calmly, “no paparazzi. Said all routes were clear. Turns out one of the damn baristas at that brunch place—” “—TOOK PHOTOS BEHIND A STACK OF CROISSANTS AND NOW I’M A MEME!” Her breath hitched. I could hear a tissue ripping on the other end. “Everyone’s laughing at me. My mom says you should be replaced. She says I look... stupid.” I stared at the ceiling. “I’m sorry.”

Even my fans laugh about it and made so many memes about it! "Sorry, me no speak english!"

He said, with a deep voice. Mabel nodded eagerly. "Sure, Bye." He didn't bother to say goodbye before he hung up. "Can you actually believe this Rose? This jerk!... He... URGH!" "IMAGINE! HOW DARE THAT GUY??!! THAT JERKI!!" I yelled, trying to tease her. Sitting in the bed having a bucket full of popcorn and ice-cream. I usually do this to relieve my stress. And right now I'm so damn stressed.

I pouted at him—I was still in the middle of telling him stories. “You just don’t want to talk to me, huh? I’m really sulking now. Hmp!” I teased. Gelo’s reactions when he’s stressed out are so cute—I love chatting with him. And he’s just plain adorable. He’s like the Filipino version of Cha Eun Woo when he’s well-fed. (*´∇`)ﾉ Maybe I’m craving Gelo.

I said roughly, trying to move past him, but he blocked me again. “Great job on the Lunch,” he said, his tone mocking. “Also, you are the hottest thing trending in the media right now. Aren’t you quite the little celeb?” Nora made a face at him, but he brushed her off and took a step closer to me. “I thought Nora would have told you by now. Pity.” He whipped out his phone and shoved it in my face. On the screen there was a picture of me… no, hold on! It was a meme! Someone had used my picture from the launch and made a meme!

“Don’t be stubborn. Be a good pup and keep it.” The moment the words left my mouth, I regretted them. Cynthia gasped dramatically, raising her nose in the air and bending her neck like an offended queen. “Who’s a pup?” she yelled. “And why are you talking weirdly? You sound like an alien!” I winced and rubbed my temples, feeling a dull throb begin to form again—not from sickness, but from stress. “Sorry,” I muttered quickly. “I’m just… really stressed.” Which wasn’t exactly a lie.