Texting & Social Media Stories

Wrong sends, autocorrect disasters, and posts you immediately regretted. Screenshots live forever โ€” unfortunately.

Glancing down at my palms, I noticed that last night's pizza sauce stains were now expertly paired with my morning coffee rings, like two old friends embracing on my hands. This is why I always swipe right on "no makeup selfies" for solo nights at home.
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It was as I sat on the bus that I noticed my thumbs hovered involuntarily above the cracked screen of my mother's old flip phone. We'd had the conversation - or at least a heated monologue - about the futility of paying full price for a smartphone and, by extension, all its attendant costs.
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I've been 'unfriending' my way through life, deleting each social media account a new failed relationship's equivalent of ripping a Band-Aid off, except my hands aren't shaking because I have a history of poor coping mechanisms.
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Fumbling for my phone in class, I almost spilled coffee on notes scribbled in red pen. Amidst the chaos of algebra, my thumbs hovered over screen, trying not to look at my crush's DM with three words: "Hey, I'm done."
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My thumbs have permanently memorized the shape of my keyboard from years of late-night Instagram binges and hasty apologies sent to my ex. I'm pretty sure 'I'm sry' has become an autotext at this point.
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The autocorrect on my phone insists on spelling 'taco' as 'taxo', but my aunt still hasn't returned my call from three hours ago after I accidentally sent that very message instead of a casual hello. I have no idea how I managed to accidentally send a 10 AM 'good tacos taxo today?' to all 57 people in my contacts list.
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Sometimes it's the typos that feel like a betrayal. Just now, I sent my crush a sloppy 'w8n for u'.
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