So she’s wearing a blue dress… but the mirror? It’s reflecting my existential dread instead of my face. 🤭 The cactus is more confident than my therapist. Tea bottles > likes. Silence > applause. Who designed this for Instagram? No script here—just me, whispering to myself while the flowers dry up like my last DMs. Anyone else see this? Or are we all just haunted by wooden chairs remembering how to be quiet? 😅 Drop a comment if you’ve ever cried over your own reflection… or just sipped tea in silence.