Here, how ’bout now?
Does this dress make me look thin?
Oh look! People liked it when I said something kind of witty…now I have to wait until tomorrow and put up something else moderately witty, otherwise people will stop thinking I’m funny. And I wouldn’t want that.
How about now, does my life look perfect? Look at how much fun I’m having!
Aren’t you jealous? Wait, but not actually jealous, I don’t want you to really be jealous. You’re just joking jealous, right? Because, like, I promise, my life really isn’t that perfect or pretty or exciting. It just looks that way, because well, who is going to put up their ugly sh*t and air dirty laundry. I mean, we all have those friends that do, but no one wants to be like them. We talk sh*t about them, right? So here, take another picture of us smiling before we go back to talking about how much we hate our lives while eating our comfort food to get us through the fact that we don’t feel loved.
She looks better in that picture than me, so I won’t put it up. Well at least I won’t tag her. Dammit, someone tagged her. I should take it down. Should I take it down? No, that’s ridiculous.
Do I look fat in that bathing suit? Wait, am I worried about the fact that you’ve now all seen me half naked? Hmm, not really. Should I be? Probably. I feel weird about this now. Oh well. I’ll let it go. Here’s a picture of my puppy to compensate.
Nobody liked that post. Maybe no one saw it. Maybe I should delete it and post it again at a better time. Maybe people saw it and no one cared. Maybe they didn’t like it. Maybe they just didn’t care. Oh God, no one cares. I don’t even care. Wait, why do I care?
Hurry quick, someone tell me I look pretty, otherwise all of my insecurities will be validated and I’ll end up forever alone.
The Afterlife 