Let’s get one thing straight: some people are so extra, so chaotic, and so unnecessarily dramatic that just remembering them should come with a warning label.
When I think about you… I don’t swoon.
I don’t smile nostalgically.
Nope. I touch myself… by rubbing my temples, massaging my forehead, and wondering why I ever let your nonsense occupy real estate in my brain.
You’re like a human pop quiz I never signed up for.
A puzzle missing half the pieces… that keeps changing shape.
And honestly? Some people don’t deserve your attention. They deserve a facepalm, a deep sigh, and a lukewarm cup of herbal tea while you recover.
Here’s the savage truth:
The people who give you migraines weren’t sent to test your patience—they were sent to test your eye-rolling capacity. And congratulations, because your skills have officially leveled up.
So next time you “think of them,” skip the romantic soundtrack. Skip the poetic nostalgia.
Grab some ibuprofen, a comfy chair, and a glass of wine. Because surviving the chaos of certain humans deserves a medal… or at least a well-deserved temple rub.
And remember: if thinking of someone gives you a migraine, you’re officially allowed to laugh, shake your head, and move the hell on. 💆♀️😂🔥
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