HEY FACEBOOK, LOOK AT MY LIFE! THIS IS THE IMAGE I WANT TO PROJECT TO EVERYONE. I'M HAPPY, AND VERY EXCITING. MY RELATIONSHIPS ARE GREAT, AND I AM NORMAL. HERE'S MY BABY. I'M PROUD BECAUSE IT GIVES ME PURPOSE, DESPITE THE FACT THAT ANYONE WITH GENITALS AND POOR IMPULSE CONTROL CAN HAVE ONE. THAT MAKES ME SPECIAL. MY BABY IS SPECIAL. THIS IS WHAT I ATE TODAY. I'M HUSTLING SO HARD AT MY DREAMS. SO HARD THAT I DESPERATELY WANT PEOPLE TO KNOW HOW HARD I WORK, BECAUSE THE IDEA OF WORKING TOWARDS A GOAL IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN MAKING THE SACRIFICES NECESSARY TO ACHIEVE IT. LOOK HOW PRETTY I AM. I MIGHT NOT HAVE ANY TALENTS, SKILLS, OR PERSONALITY, BUT THIS SHOT WILL GET ME 100+ LIKES AND GUYS MESSAGING ME. I FEEL UPSET AND UNWANTED. HERE'S AN AMBIGUOUS, EMOTIONAL POST WITH A CALCULATED CLIFF-HANGER. ASK ME WHAT'S WRONG. LOOK, I'M A REAL NIGGA CUZ MY SQUAD ROLLS DEEP, AND I'M SO INSECURE I HAVE TO CONFORM TO STEREOTYPES WHITE SUPREMACISTS CREATED 200+ YEARS AGO OTHERWISE OTHER BLACK PPL WILL LOOK AT ME FUNNY. I'M A SOCIAL MEDIA ACTIVIST. HERE'S A CAUSE I'M DEEPLY INVOLVED IN. DESPITE THE FACT MY INVOLVEMENT IS ONLY LIMITED TO POSTING LONG-WINDED RANTS AND LINKING TO CLICK-BAIT, I FEEL EMOTIONALLY ACCOMPLISHED. UH OH, IT LOOKS LIKE MY CONTRIVED IDENTITY IS SLOWLY UNRAVELING. TIME TO FIND MORE CLICK-BAIT.
