Maybe I am being naïve when I think that law enforcement isn’t already monitoring our posts on Instagram.
Start 2015 with a clean slate and an open heart to finally attract the love into your life that you’ve been waiting for.
What They Post: A photo collage of them and their boyfriend, for no reason whatsoever.
What They’re Trying To Stay: I don’t have a life or any friends and I’m pooping right now and I had to find some way to entertain myself.
2. Invitations to public events feel like a burden.
2. Quit the break-room addictions.
It’s been three minutes and I still have no likes.
We’re ghettoes of fat, chemicals, and pixels
The phenomena of seemingly nice men erupting with anger when you don’t go along with their advances is very real and scary.
I’d probably be better off not losing myself in Instagram before bedtime.
I think I probably have to update Insta, but I don’t want to check right now. Once I check, then I’ll know for sure that I have to update and I’d rather die than update my apps. I can’t think of anything more boring.