sorry, wrong number

Things kept replaying in his head, things that he just wanted to go away. There was one point where Ben was sure that he just passed out from exhaustion, he was woken up again when his phone lit up from a message. He prayed to God that it wasn’t his mother. Unknown number: (image sent) Maybe it was a dick pic. Despite his better knowledge, Ben started typing in the password to his phone to see what was sent to him. Maybe it would be a bit of temporary amusement. Ben stared at the image for a minute. He had to admit that he wasn’t expecting an FBI meme. It was a simple google screen with the search bar, “why am i always so sad and anxious?” And a text notification from the FBI saying, “hang in there buddy”.  Ben audibly snorted.