Some people post such depressing love shit that I start to miss their exes myself!

I’m not humiliating myself here for 3 likes. 10 maybe but not 3.

World domination? I don’t even want to be responsible for myself.

I like to push myself out of my comfort zone by sometimes sitting on the other end of my sofa.

Every time I have to repeat myself, a new curse word gets added into the sentence.

No, baby, I’m not dumping you. I’m just rebranding myself as your ex.

Don’t interrupt me while I’m embarrassing myself.

Sometimes I say something so embarrassing I even impress myself.

I made a clone of myself to do the dishes, another to do the laundry, and another to do the cooking, but we’re all sitting on the couch watching TV.

I’ve started dating myself exclusively but it’s not working out.

Of course I talk to myself. Sometimes I need expert advice.

Sometimes, in the middle of eating a rotisserie chicken, I ask myself “did I just run a red light?”

I heard a mouse yesterday. So now I loudly announce myself whenever I enter a dark room. In case you’re wondering how brave I am.

The question I ask myself most often is, “What would a jury think about this?”

I don’t weigh myself because most scales don’t know how heavy all the grudges I’m holding onto are.

“You tryna hang?” Yeah bro, myself!