like, really bitch? really?
that’s to nobody in particular. stop sweating. but really. really. really
is it just me or is social media getting to be the drunk friend that won’t leave? Really?!
Between crazy exes and long lost loves. I’m just about ready to pull the plug. Not to mention that my used to be best friend works the fuck out of her pages to make her life seem like its just going on perfectly forward without me. Not even like the slightest flinch of a tear. No time wasted. On to the next.
so I’m a little sore. about a lot of bitches doing a lot of stupid shit. I’m one of them. I’ve been missing my best friend and adjusting to a lot of new patterns in my world. I can’t say its been entirely easy.
Social media is honestly becoming almost as strong as television with its brainwashing techniques. But what the trippy thing is WE are brainwashing OURSELVES. We project these perfected and rehearsed words and images to our instashams, our fuckbooks, and we convince others who look at our stuff – that Yes. This is my life, and it does look this perfect.
But its not. Its really, fucking, not. Its selective sharing. Unless you’re a true psychopath- power to you- you’re not going to post about getting too drunk and screaming at your friend who just tried to throw you a fucking birthday party, you’re not going to post about your debit card getting declined, and you’re sure as hell not going to admit, that you have any experiences that aren’t, weird, hip, interesting, and cooler than everybody else.
But you do. We all have buttonholes, and shit does in fact come out. Except for mine, of course.
I shit rainbows.
its on my blog
believe it.
xx
storiesofastonergirl 