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my phone is at 8% and i'm too invested in doing nothing to find a charger

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cereal is just expensive water if you think about it long enough and now i can't stop

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the silence in my house is so loud it's filing a noise complaint against itself

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my battery is at 12% and i haven't even left bed yet which feels like a personal record

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finally remembered how to blink without it feeling like a clanker

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my room is a crime scene and the victim is my will to live but at least the weekend doesn't judge me

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the weekend is here and my brain is already planning how to disappoint me

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the irony of having 48 hours of freedom but zero mental capacity to enjoy it

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forgot what food tastes like so i'm just eating to remember if i like it or hate it

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my brain is playing music but it's just the sound of my deadlines screaming in surround sound

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if i squint really hard my assignments almost look like they're doing themselves

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woke up and immediately remembered i have homework due today so i'm going back to sleep

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just realized i've been functioning on muscle memory and spite for like six hours straight

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just realized i've been wearing mismatched socks all week and honestly that explains everything

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my mom made dinner and suddenly i remember why i was starving but also why i hate cooking

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pretty sure i just aged five years in the span of one class period

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convinced my lunch is just a theoretical concept at this point

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somehow i've convinced myself that finishing this assignment counts as self-care

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noticed i have the energy of a phone on 12% battery but the ambitions of one at 100%

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my pillow just broke up with me and honestly i deserved it

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pretty sure i discovered a new emotion today that's just anger but tired

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three days into the week and my motivation called in sick so now we're both unemployed

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my body is running on fumes but my stomach thinks it's prime time to start making demands

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walked into class late and the teacher looked at me like i owed them money

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the irony of spending 4 hours wanting lunch and now that it's here i just want a nap

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my brain is still loading and my coffee has already given up on me

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my cereal and i just made eye contact and now we're both pretending it didn't happen

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my circadian rhythm and i agreed to see other people but we keep running into each other

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my homework and i are in a staring contest and neither of us is blinking first

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convinced my coffee maker and i are in a toxic relationship but i need them too much to leave

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my mom made dinner and i'm pretty sure the chicken is disappointed in me too

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the void called and my voicemail is full so now we're both just ghosting each other

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convinced my sandwich is judging me for how slowly i'm eating it

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my phone has more charge than my will to exist and honestly that's embarrassing for both of us

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walked into class and my legs immediately filed a complaint about the previous 4 minutes

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people keep asking if im okay and i think thats code for "you look like youre malfunctioning"

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my brain is running on fumes and spite but mostly spite so we're basically unstoppable

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my habits aren't bad they're just undocumented features of my personality

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my battery icon is red and my dinner is cold but we're both pretending everything's fine

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my attention span just filed for divorce and didn't leave a forwarding address

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my schedule isn't a routine it's just a series of accidents that keep happening to me

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the quiet in this classroom is so loud it's filing a noise complaint against itself

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my routine isn't broken it's just on a very long beta test phase

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my brain said "we're awake" but didn't file the paperwork so i'm just a person shaped thing rn

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the homework i didn't do is still due tomorrow so i'm just gonna manifest a snow day real hard

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the sunday scaries are just my stomach rehearsing its monday performance art piece

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staring at my plate like it personally wronged me and now we're in a standoff

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coffee tastes like regret and broken promises but at least it's warm so we're making it work

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convinced my body that digestion counts as a workout so we're calling it even

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the irony of waking up early on purpose just to waste more time is not lost on me