Farrah Abraham’s crying-in-car video endures because it captures a specific, ugly truth about modern lifestyle entertainment: Some of us just do it with better lighting.

In the years since, “crying in the car” has become a subgenre of entertainment content. But Farrah did it first, and she did it without irony. She wasn’t trying to start a trend. She was trying to sell a narrative: Look at what fame, bad contracts, and cruel producers have done to me.

In the pantheon of internet breakdowns, few have been dissected, memed, and monetized quite like the .

It’s a grainy, mid-2010s vertical clip that feels both hopelessly dated and painfully timeless. The former Teen Mom star, now an aspiring pop singer and author, sits alone in the driver’s seat of what looks like a rental-grade sedan. Her mascara is a war crime. Her voice cracks between a whisper and a shriek. She stares directly into the camera—not at it, through it—and declares, “I’m just so tired of being strong.”