I stare at hollow texts on a black and teal screen. Empty pleasantries highlight my sallow eyes. I taste the bile of boredom at the back of my throat. This is what people call friendship. Reaching out to slurp sloppily at validation once every two weeks, under the pretense of a concept I clearly don't understand.
I delete myself from their life with two quick swipes. I don't have time for this. Take your inane bullshit and mediocre values and go suckle at the teat of pretend self-actualization elsewhere. I can't squeeze you in my hourglass. And still wouldn't, even if you weren't bloated with ignorance.
8:51 p.m. - 2015-08-17
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