A new addiction for a new generation. Hidden from families and exploited by friends. Self-exposure and voyeurism. Mental crisis and boredom averting. A sickness. A compulsion. A new way of thinking and seeing. A calling out for attention. A reassurance. A pathetic connection. A way to ruin writing. A way to be self-centered. A narcissistic dream. A fake reality. A fake existence.
What keeps me sane. What I can’t do anymore.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
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