I text back in my mind only

I scroll till my battery files a complaint.

I whisper “it’s fine” while overthinking.

I snack like calories are a rumor.

I blink at emails and hope they solve themselves.

I vibe at parties like I’m undercover.

Current aesthetic confused but chill

I wish everything was as easy as gaining weight.

I vibe with soft lighting and emotional damage.

I ghosted my alarm and blamed the universe.

I use humor as a distraction, and it works too well.

I spend weekends preparing to exist.

I’m not shy. I’m just processing existence.

I count panic attacks as cardio.

I argue with autocorrect and lose every time.

I cry to sad songs I don’t understand.

I spend energy hiding my real mood.

I avoid deep talks by cracking jokes mid-emotion.

I love peace, but I also love drama from a distance.

I whisper jokes in empty rooms for the vibe.