Has it ever made you question whether you’re really living life to the fullest, be it vacationing, grooming, or the appearance of your life accomplishments in comparison to others?
“Idk lol” in response to every question I asked :/ why match with me if you’re not going to talk?
I said nothing, I felt nothing and I just kept scrolling. I just went on with my day like I’ve done for all these years without you. I remember who you used to be when you loved me, but I have no idea who you are anymore.
If you don’t respond in a timely fashion, people will actually start to think something’s wrong and reach out to you AGAIN, adding to the intimidating backlog of messages lingering in the never-ending digital hellhole that is your smartphone.
Even sitting in a room by myself, I can get anxious just looking at Facebook on my computer screen. It’s like the modern-day version of social anxiety.
When I conjure up memories of what it is like to be raised by addicts, I get a sepia toned movie reel that contains both months of nothing but frozen meals as well as instances of laughter while being ticked by my mom.
Last year, my Instagram account blew up—to put it mildly. I grew from 0-100,000 followers in less than 6 months.
And in sifting through the myriad of voices, one thing became very clear: How and when you say something matters infinitely more than what you say as quickly as you can say it.
It’s absolutely incredible how open and honest people were capable of being once they were “given permission.”