Think it’s time to write some shiz again.
Do you know that empty thing? That empty thing that kept coming every time you ignore it. Every time you think that it’s fine, nothing bad happened. Every time you think that it’s okay.
No, that’s not good. I mean, I’m not good. Like, now it often came to me that this is not fine. Social media kills me. Honestly, bruh.
Like those Instagram feed. Do you know why it was called ‘feed‘? because it feeds your ego. To make you actual. To make you feel appreciated by those little fluttering hearts. To make us dead. Like you’re so thirsty but you kept on drinking saltwater. It will never enough. Though most of us might won’t admit it.
‘No, mate. I’m doin this as my diary.‘
‘No, bruh. This is for my portfolio‘
‘No, bro. It’s lit af so I need to share this‘
once you taste those hearts then you’ll crave for more.
the same with gadgets, love, and any other conveniences. first you take a sip, the next mornin you’re already craving for a bottle. After a bottle, comes a gallon. On and on and on to the never ending quest to fulfill your ego.
Aint gonna do thing for likes, shares, or comments is most probably the hardest thing ever done today. I mean, if you think about it, imagine if Neil Armstrong arrived on moon today. He’ll post a snapchat, an instastory, an instagram post, and thousands of tweet.
Well that’s a small step for him but giant for humanity so it’s fine.
Dammit writing all this still doesn’t remove this empty shit.