Social media.

Inspired by a comment I heard at school.

I'm tired, I honestly am
Exhasuted and burnt out
Of keeping track of mindless, mindless chatter
Of tweets and posts and likes and followers

I doesn't make you better or worse
Having more friends on FaceBook than the other
More companions at face value, that's true
Think, how many of them would you like talking to?

I find it like air, these passing trends are
No one's going to remember six days later
That snarky comment you tweeted out
Or the pretty dress you reblogged.

Keep going for yourself, I don't mind.
Post that picture, reblog that post
But don't hide what you really love for your "audience"
As much as you may think, you don't live for likes/

I re-read this and it's just a mash of various emotions and blah, but I'm going to keep it for posterity's sake.

What did the green grape say to the purple grape?
BREATHE YOU IDIOT, BREATHE!

See you whenever.