amazingly honest essay from erin tobey
erintobey: Final Confession of My Internet Addiction Something seems to be slipping away. What is it? I forget. Most days the feeling is persistent: Where is it? What am I looking for? I can’t remember, so I sit on my side of the couch and put the computer on my lap, idly. Maybe if I see what everyone else is doing, I’ll remember what I’m supposed to be doing. When I’m on...
It’s hard to live On the lonely version of love I give– Smog, “Red Apple Falls”