I was bussin' with excitement when I saw the pfp of my friend’s glow up on my FYP. No cap, she’s been slaying lately, and I was
like, "Yasss, that’s a major W!" But then, she texted me and said the party was a vibe check—the
drip was on point, but the
music was pure
cringe. I was
like, "Bruh, how is that even possible?" She said the DJ was simping for his ex, and the whole thing was just chuggy. I felt that FOMO hit hard, but I didn’t want to
go because I didn’t wanna be the no way person in the corner. But I had to text her, "ILY, but I’m good." The whole thing seemed like a cursed situation. Fr, I wasn’t about to yeet myself into that chaos, so I just chilled at home. Fr fr, sometimes it’s better to stay in and save yourself from a L.
