For years, I've been using the internet. Hoping to find someone, or something, real. But, of course, I'm not a real person to you, and you're not real to me. Because you don't hear my voice, because I don't see your face.
I just broke up with him, I'm broke, and I have no job. And it's my birthday. I asked if someone on facebook would buy me a drink. 200 "friends", and not even one person will spend a few dollars on me. Pathetic.
I hate the internet. I've never felt so alone.
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I know what you mean. Happy Birthday, dear. I'm sending you love and happy wishes via the internet, even if you don't know my voice or what I look like.
ReplyDelete*hugs* I am here if you want to talk to me. (:
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