Ode to a futureless self

A lie, a dream, an online chat: girls* lancing around like it is the 2015 Tumblr era, hanging on their phones, chatting about existential crises, ghost phones lying around, an ongoing bsspt bssp, a text entangling in its own lies, referring to the performativity in society and the stereotypes performed everyday, uncovering identity policies as something totally made up. Permeated by an inner sadness and shadowing a teenage dreamhood in which the world is at the same time hurting badly while presenting all possibilities and predefined paths to take. A time in life where one is allowed to test the waters, to only become, to figure it out, where rebellion is normalized, as well as lancing around, being lazy, hanging on your phone all day, texting your friends.