I text, and I text, and I text. This is my life. My phone has become an extension of my hand, destroying relationships with every tweet that I send. I snap chat, I tweet, I lay in defeat.
I am nothing, if I'm not online. I write, however, I fail to write, because I spend too much time texting and raping my social media pages with my digits.
I'm alive online, but I am dead in this reality. My life depends on circuits, pumping blood through this world of mine... The World Wide Web.