da baby moment

You walk in and everyone goes silent. You say your name. No one knows it. You leave. They still clap.

You show up to a party and nobody knows who you are. You leave. They still tweet about you.

You’re in the hallway. You say your name. No one knows it. You leave. You get a DM from your ex.

You text someone at 3 a. m. just to say you're thinking about them. Then you post it on Instagram.

You eat a whole pizza by yourself and then take a selfie with it.

You send a voice note of you eating a pizza at 2 a. m. and then tag everyone.

You walk into class and say, 'I’m already famous. You’ll be famous too if you follow me.'

You text your mom and say, 'I’m famous. You’re famous. Everyone’s famous.'

You post a selfie and say, 'This is the beginning of my fame. You’ll know my name soon.'

You show up to class and everyone is like, 'Why did you even come? You’re already perfect.'

You eat a pizza and nobody even notices. You leave. They tweet about you.

You text someone and say, 'I don’t even need to try. You know I’m perfect.'

You walk in and say, 'I’m the best at everything. You’ll be the best too if you follow me.'

You eat a pizza and then say, 'I’m the best pizza eater. You’re the best too.'

You text your friend and say, 'I’m the best at everything. You’ll be the best too if you agree.'

You walk in and say, 'I don’t need to be awesome. I’m already awesome.'

You eat a pizza and say, 'I don’t need to be awesome. I’m already awesome.'

You text your friend and say, 'I don’t need to be awesome. I’m already awesome. You’ll be awesome too.'