I'm literally sitting on a taped-up cardboard box in my empty new flat, eating cold pizza, while my ex goes live on TikTok with OUR entire friend group cracking petty jokes about me. Two days after dumping me. Are these people actually twelve, or do they just lose their brains the second a phone camera turns on? I want to scream at every single one of them.

Deep breath: drop the pizza, hit 'Block', and let the circus perform without you. What you are witnessing isn't high-level comedy; it's a desperate group coping mechanism disguised as content. When groups fracture, people pick the loudest side to avoid dealing with the awkward silence. Right now, your ex has a ring light and an audience, while you have four walls that belong entirely to you. That feels infuriatingly unfair today, but it is actually your superpower. Resist the urge to fire off angry DMs—giving them free material is the last thing you want. If a mutual friend reaches out later, keep it ice-cold: 'Making a public spectacle out of my breakup wasn't great, so I'm taking some space.' Put your phone in another room, unpack your favourite mug, and remember: you got the fresh start, they just got some cheap views that disappear by tomorrow.