narrating life like a fanfic

You ever get that skibidi brainrot where you are lowkey narrating your life like it is a fanfic? One text ruins your whole vibe, and you walk around like you are in a sad montage. You reread messages, searching for the meaning of life, but it is just delulu obsession at this point. In bed, your mind replays that convo from weeks ago like it is a rom-com with plot twists. You analyze every dry haha versus flirty haha. It is not cute anymore, just crush-induced psychosis. But maybe it is okay to spiral a little; we are human after all. One day, we will wake up and realize we let it live in our heads rent free.