Loneliness and Twitter
She was in love but she didn’t talk to the coffee boy, instead she typed.
She had hundreds of friends she’d never met, countless lovers she’d never touched. She had too many pets and not enough guests. She still didn’t know how to cook and her sight was going bad.
She often got migraines and would spend her days in a dark room with one hand clamped to her forehead. Her car had low mileage on it and she spent little on gas but it was filthy inside and littered with commercialism and brown napkins.
She changed her passwords once a month, her avatars twice a month and her sheets never. She cried almost every night and convinced herself that the next day was different.
She spent too much on her internet bill
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