The last gulp of coffee. My hands move across the keys without me and I'm staring at the sickly plastic-blue edged screen. My eyes magnet to where red notifications usually glow, but there are none. I feel mild disappointment. Oh - I am considering changing my cover picture - adding a cutout to the black and white photo of my brother's complex with tangled white sculpure. I click my name to get there and see it won't work.My number of friends has gone down from 402 to 401. My mood plummets and I instantly regret the last thing I shared.
|
|
"Classic"
|
