#fomo
Would you accept me if you realized I was suicidal?
Would you accept me if you realized I have trouble connecting with others?
Would you accept me if you realized I have horrible anxiety?
Would you accept me if you realized I struggle with depression?
Would you accept me if you realized I was a woman?
Would you accept me if you realized I was bisexual?
Would you accept me if you realized I hate being alone?
Would you accept me if you realized I hate being left out?
Would you accept me if you realized I hate myself?
Would you accept me if you realized I think others don’t like me?
Would you accept me if you realized I have harmed myself before?
Would you accept me if you realized I find it hard to make close friends?
Would you accept me if you realized I wasn’t pretty?
Would you accept me if you realized I procrastinate?
Would you accept me if you realized I sleep at midnight every day?
Would you accept me if you realized I have no plan for my future?
Would you accept me if you realized I spend all day on my phone?
Would you accept me if you realized I’m not perfect?
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 12:52 AM UTC
I have a strange fascination with
revenge bedtime procrastination
fear of missing out
won’t let me sleep til
just shy of passing out
yet still caught in the middle
like a hen on a griddle
on the roof with no fiddle
perplexed by life’s riddle—
betwixt betwiddle
(Ahda bhada)
Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 4:24 PM UTC
this kind of gluttony is no longer about food
i’ve found a new way to consume
unlimited, endless posts
i get to see the world from my room
check, refresh, swipe
i’m on the verge of losing my mind,
i feel trapped and i’m tired,
but i still can’t stop
FOMO, photos, and pho-to-shop
i can feel my mind rot, and then my hearts stops, when i think about the time lost,
it’s a never-ending rollercoaster that i can’t get off
i tell myself 5 more minutes that turns into hours,
so much content devoured…
app to app, tweets to snaps
laughter straight into tears,
i’ve wasted so many years
scrolling
my own device is controlling me
this is digital gluttony
Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 5:25 PM UTC
play your cards right and
shoot yourself with a nerf gun for laughs.
those cake crumbs and half-empty sprite cans won't last forever
but those videos on the internet will.
you were there tonight. (the party.)
and i will be there tomorrow. (the films.)
i was cleaning the house and writing the book
will you be doing the homework and raking the leaves?
am i missing out?
are you missing out?
is shooting yourself in the head ever fun?
is disappearing in a horror film ever fun?
is this feeling of the in-between
the missing out on parties put on by people you aren't friends with
is the wondering when you'll come home
is the questioning when you'll text back
is the adrenaline for when we'll realize
ever
ever fun?
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 11:43 PM UTC
And then my first Friday passed
no afters
no alcohol
no stuff to extend a high
no calls
no texts
no decisions
...
my brain sighed
in relief
my body fell to its knees
praising "rest" for taking over
"You don't have to"
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 2:40 AM UTC
Eyes are on you
Stolen glances
A chill air fills the room
Their bodies turn away
They turn to whisper
You wish you could hear what they say
As though the walls grew
Thicker
Closer
You feel your legs turn to move
Nearer to the exit
In your mind
Your invite has burned to ashes
As you go to leave
A sarcastic voice hums
"Please stay, your presences matters"
Aug 14, 2025
Aug 14, 2025 at 7:53 AM UTC
From lots of laughter, splashing and playing, and sharing memories
to it
coming to an end.
Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 9:50 PM UTC
Plotting a course toward destiny isn’t as romantic as it sounds.
Some days, I feel like I’m walking on half-baked schemes rather
than solid plans—improvising hope on cracked pavement.
There’s a “field of dreams,” sure, but not the kind where the
grass is greener. Instead, it’s overrun with the weeds of
disappointment—unwelcome thoughts I have to keep plucking
from my mind before they take root. As I try to find cover under
the so-called tree of life, but even its shade feels uncomfortable.
_Too warm. Too uncertain._ And rest doesn't come so easy when
your thoughts are always so heavy.
And tell me—if someone else’s life came with a perfect promo,
_polished_ and _so promising_, would you still blame me for
my __FOMO__? I mean, what if their dream life is the one I was
supposed to live? What if I just missed the sign-up link? To catch
myself trying to live out the picture of someone else’s success,
because this life of mine? It’s painfully __YOLO__. And I try to
keep my horses steady, but envy isn’t exactly a stable creature.
It wears me down, day by day, like I’m stitched together by
Polo—fashionable on the outside, but worn-out underneath.
Failure, though? Now that’s the real villain. It doesn’t just sting—
it lingers, like emotional __PTSD__. It makes you flinch at the idea
of trying again, as if effort itself is a pointless punishment.
And fingers? Oh, fingers love to point—especially at people
who haven’t gotten far. But when it comes time to point out
themselves, they suddenly feel too short.
Still, I keep my fingers crossed, quietly hopeful I might achieve
something real—_something I truly want as a need_. It’s a bright
hope, exhausting in its intensity. But even in darkness, there’s
always the flicker of a new light waiting to be found.
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 5:49 PM UTC
My biggest fear was
My loved ones, passing, dying
I guess it’s because
Being lonely is mortifying
That was such a mindful
Thing to be scared of
Like I am forgetful
But I never forget love
Yet now I am afeared
Frightened maybe
They cheered
I didn’t see
I missed out
I feel scared, but also mad
That’s what this is about
I am so afraid, it makes me sad
It’s so selfish
My biggest wish is to be happy
I want to distinguish
The world not being ******
And one of my deepest fears
Is ending up like you
My eyes filled with tears
Not knowing what to do.
Jul 16, 2025
Jul 16, 2025 at 3:56 AM UTC
You try your best, you really do-
To be the friend anyone can run to.
But, it seems you are just a spare,
And no one is there to care.
Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 11:19 PM UTC
If loneliness were a drug, may I never overdose,
If solitude were a dream, may I soon wake up.
I long to find my ‘I open at the close’,
If only in the social sphere, I could find my luck.
I thought I was an introvert, and maybe I am
I too need companionship though, and not just my fam.
Don’t get me wrong, they’re my closest friends,
Although, I too need someone who’d take me with them to run errands.
I see people in my age group having fun,
In that moment, I’m lonelier than the sun.
If intimacy were the limit, may I pierce the sky,
Heart filled with loneliness, may you never die.
We yearn for companionship, but can’t force friendships,
Who said I needed what costal cartilages are to the ribs?
Someone to spend a day off with is all I seek,
I want nothing more than to end this monotonous streak.
Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 1:28 AM UTC
Everything has become so different in a couple of months,
I have become the most beloved on all fronts.
But the mere thought of getting married,
Gives me goosebumps.
My heart starts pounding,
And my body becomes numb.
But just to become Mrs. from Miss,
I have to forego on all these?
Life would be so much different,
And every move so uncertain.
Responsibilities that I never took as a daughter,
Would be forced upon me, as a daughter-in-law.
My complaining mother will have nothing to nag about,
Seeing her daughter as punctual as a clock.
All these thoughts fills me up with anxiety,
That now I have to take care of a new set of relatives and a SOCIETY.
Now everyone would expect me to become the nicest,
But why they don't understand? I am still Daddy's little princess.
Yeah i know, overthinking won't help,
And even if i make any mistake, he willl be there to weld.
Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 11:01 AM UTC
not emotions
but my body freezing and falling asleep
once again I found out last
once again I feel left out
it doesn't even hurt
it doesn't bring me sadness
it just exist
and my body reacts to it
but my brain shuts down
my emotions turn off
it's like I'm away from my body as it's not feeling anything
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 8:37 AM UTC
a whispered secret
a knowing glance
a random laugh
a hidden joke
i know i wasn’t there
but i swear it wasn’t my fault
so please stop making me feel
so freaking left out.
i’d rather be with you
and i know it doesn’t seem like much
but
a shaky streaks
a liked photo
a viral tweet
a funny video
thanks for giving me a reason
to give in to all this fomo.
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 10:58 PM UTC
Sunset grazing the horizon of my day
Where has it gone? My heart in dismay
The beauty escapes from the sides of my eyes
While my heart beats faster and faster
For the anticipation of the missing day.
Of all the things I want to accomplish
None of them done
Would I be content if only I could halt
To see the gratitude I yearn to express
But can’t find a way among all the distress
My chest crawls unreasonably
Watching a beautiful day turning into night
In contrast to my fear of missing out
My hand stutters and I reach for stillness
Although the wants seem so endless.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 1:17 PM UTC
what time was it
what was your age
when you first found out
that it's all just staged
from their instagram account
to their facebook page
it's all just made up
so they are not upstaged
they exaggerate their life
as their followers rose
they take a hundred shots
to get the perfect pose
so don't get caught up in it
you're not missing out
these apps intend to create needs
and to fill your life with doubt
be aware as you scan your feeds
it might be time to log-out
repeat this line just as it reads
i am not missing out
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 8:30 PM UTC
Gambling with Tarot cards,
got The Devil in the palm of my hands with the edges creased,
The Devils in the details and He knows me well,
holding 3 6’s plus card #15 The Mark of The Beast,
it’s when you’re the most up,
that they want you to leave the least,
it’s getting dangerous at the table,
I’ve got the whole pie and every guy wants a piece,
used to trade in seashells,
now we’ve got black cards and private tables for us VIPs,
and the lovely ladies know me well,
like a pizza pie or birthday cake everyone wants a piece,
it’s amazing what a few million will do,
and I’m confident so I don’t need a crew,
rolling solo till my cause of death reads “FOMO”,
I mean if you had these opportunities/risks you’d take them too,
which is why you can always find,
me at the table all in with my chips out,
no kids no wife no significant other,
so I’m spending it all on whichever chics has her **** out,
a conscious writer but still in a man’s body,
so how you like me now,
no Toby Keith or kobe beef,
just these og vegetables,
but I’m not what I eat,
I’m so much more,
and I’m not a meet and greet,
nor a mall because I’ve got much more in store,
so please pass the drinks por favor,
in Colombia with a straw and some Coca-Cola,
drinking so much I feel like the Drink King,
drinking like a Drink King,
listening to Drake sing his song “Controlla”,
in real life no real wife,
I mean I really know Drake,
but anyways I’m not here to get distracted,
so let me backtrack to the point I was trying to make,
which is that it’s tough to stay vicious,
when blessed with the gifts that so many wish to have,
which is sorta suspicious gift the fact that the 6 is,
a card that appears 6 times in the Tarot deck’s stack,
Six of Wands 6 of Swords,
Six of Cups Six of Pentacles,
6 to represent the card of The Lovers,
Tarot decks reflect my self we’re both collectibles,
only difference is with me there’s only one,
maybe that’s why they offer everything in exchange for only my time,
“Here take this money take these drugs take these luxuries!”,
“Take anything that will at least be a chance for me to call you mine!”,
says many Ones often but they are mistaken,
because I can’t be there’s I’m not even mine,
I am no one’s I am no thing,
I am only a part of The Whole which is The Divine,
and I know all this,
I know that I’ve been bestowed with all these blessings,
still I can’t help but fall victim to the sins within Man,
which is why I see you can find me at the table gambling things,
gambling with Tarot cards,
got The Devil in the palm of my hands with the edges creased,
The Devils in the details and He knows me well,
holding 3 6’s plus card #15 The Mark of The Beast…
∆ LaLux ∆
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Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 9:55 PM UTC
There is such peace in nature.
The absence of filling time
with words, emotions and opinions.
Just. Being. Still.
When I close my mouth and open my heart
to her fierce stillness,
I find a part of myself
so grounded and complete.
Just. As. I. Am.
FOMO has been driving
this bus for too long now.
I think I’ll turn the keys over
to SLO-MO for a while
instead.
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
Why are you searching
Do you truly want to know?
So not to miss out?
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 9:29 AM UTC
Blue jeans fused to the office chair
One foot tucked under the other knee
Stuck in place watching your dreams
Unfold through a dead eyed stare
Never felt so social, have you?
Have you?
With such strong connection,
Did you figure this condition
Could only get worse?
I've barely used my life
Since I saw proof of yours
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 5:53 AM UTC
I hear the world is full of pain,
Flooding, terror, acid rain;
Music, theatre, laughs and art,
Whiskey, coffee, beer and darts,
Rainbows, glaciers, hiking trails;
Rare Pepes and EPIC FAILs,
Overwatch and Pokemon Go;
Donald Trump and Bernie Bros;
Dreams, and Drugs, and Rock n' Roll,
Dharma, Love, and the eternal soul,
The Holy Quran and the Higgs boson
Tajwid in Geneva, QFT in Tehran.
Yet day by day I sit and type
Edit, grep, compile, pipe
All that a system smoothly might run
Ashes to Ashes, Zero to One
'''
npm install; grunt &; restart nginx
docker run -d me/interests; pkill sleep; pkill ***
nice 14 nutrition; rm /etc/cron.daily/exercise
pkill -STOP judgment; scp foodler:'**/{burger,fries}' ~
'''
It's rather ironic that this metal you see,
Seems quite a better multitasker than me
Whereas It stops its world to switch one task for others
My open descriptors always overflow my buffers
Whereas it take new patches with a simple 'apt-get'
My resolve for upgrades I quite often forget
And when its health checks fail, we regrow the ASG
But my self won't reboot. et memento mori.
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC
Do I need to escape from here
Guess it just won over me, yes, fear
Everyone's near but nobody hears
Or so I thought
Can I still make it through
Be able to catch what fallen and flew
I think it's so hard to get by
Or so I thought
Miles of distance is what I need
Let the pumping thing shout its grief
Hopes and lights cannot be hid
Or so I thought
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 5:00 AM UTC
. She'll
take
off
her
clothes
for a little bit of coverage
Ride windows down
in the rain like she loves it
*What she'll do
for a hundred likes
on a website*
in real life
Is something project X like
her best nights
Her friends lie about her importance
Beauty cant get you on a Forbes list
But her dreams only
exist when attention shuts out pain
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC