And then you call out.
I try to ignore you, but your notifications are so deliciously tempting as they
sit unanswered...waiting for me. Calling
for me, unrequited.
It’s so effortless, joining you and oversharing everything I
want to do…
instead of doing it.
These words of mine fight tooth and nail not to be
written. But you, you are always there
waiting and ready with an open status.
Oh facebook, you are an evil distraction. So alluring, so
decadent and wasteful. So easy to
love.
But you are no good for me.
You make me forget my needs, my goals, my life in any meaningful way. I must end our monogamous relationship and return
my heart to my muse, even though he is a fickle lover.
I long for you, even now, but I must take care of me
first. Me. Not this shell of a person you’ve left me
with.
Me. The writer.
Yeah, that’s right.
I'm back.
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