Sleep.
Sleep.
12:18 am. I’ll sleep soon.
Log into my Facebook.
Read my notifications.
Check my messages.
Scroll up and down that hardly-changing newsfeed 107 times.
Pretend to care about “what’s up” with my online acquaintances.
12:35 am. I pull myself out of the internet addiction that most of us are sucked into.
Read my notifications.
Check my messages.
Scroll up and down that hardly-changing newsfeed 107 times.
Pretend to care about “what’s up” with my online acquaintances.
12:35 am. I pull myself out of the internet addiction that most of us are sucked into.
Whoops.
12:37 am. That familiar “bloop” of an Instant Message has sounded.
Oh look. A message from a guy that attended the same elementary school.
I have not seen nor spoken to him since then.
He comments on the pleasantness of my anatomy above my waist and below my neck.
He signs off. I creep on his page.
It happens.
Oh look. A message from a guy that attended the same elementary school.
I have not seen nor spoken to him since then.
He comments on the pleasantness of my anatomy above my waist and below my neck.
He signs off. I creep on his page.
It happens.
12:45 am. I’ll sleep soon.
Move from my couch.
Get in my bed.
Cover myself in blankets and
Set my laptop by my side.
I check for new notifications- Just one last time.
Get in my bed.
Cover myself in blankets and
Set my laptop by my side.
I check for new notifications- Just one last time.
12:49 am. Four new notifications.
“Two other people also commented on Joe’s status.”
I had to look.
...Eh, whatever. Next.
Jess liked my comment, “NERD.”
I chuckle. I’m funny like that.
Next.
Curt commented on his status in reply to my earlier comment.
I reply again.
He replies again.
He IM’s me. We chat.
“Two other people also commented on Joe’s status.”
I had to look.
...Eh, whatever. Next.
Jess liked my comment, “NERD.”
I chuckle. I’m funny like that.
Next.
Curt commented on his status in reply to my earlier comment.
I reply again.
He replies again.
He IM’s me. We chat.
Oh yeah, I still have one notification.
Oh, it’s gone now. Another Facebook glitch.
What else is new.
Curt says goodnight.
12:58 am. I say goodnight back.
Oh, it’s gone now. Another Facebook glitch.
What else is new.
Curt says goodnight.
12:58 am. I say goodnight back.
Oh no!
Just remembered I never replied to that message I received earlier.
That really important one
That one that I was putting off responding to.
I type.
I think.
I re-read.
I revise.
I re-read again.
I hit send.
1:21 am. Let me just check this notification..
Just remembered I never replied to that message I received earlier.
That really important one
That one that I was putting off responding to.
I type.
I think.
I re-read.
I revise.
I re-read again.
I hit send.
1:21 am. Let me just check this notification..
“Alex liked your photo 8 minutes ago.”
Aw. How sweet.
Aw. How sweet.
1:22 am. Time for sleep.
Sleep…
yes, sleep.
I fall asleep.
yes, sleep.
I fall asleep.
4:37 am. Awoken by a text notification.
“You have been poked on Facebook by Greg.”
“You have been poked on Facebook by Greg.”
I’m awake. I log on.
Instantly I hear that familiar “bloop”.
It’s my deployed, soldier ex-boyfriend.
4:40 am, my time. 2:20 pm, his time.
His message reads, “Why are you awake?”
Instantly I hear that familiar “bloop”.
It’s my deployed, soldier ex-boyfriend.
4:40 am, my time. 2:20 pm, his time.
His message reads, “Why are you awake?”
I sigh to myself and simply reply;
“It’s a long story..
“It’s a long story..
But these insomnia-inducing nights are getting old.
I think I’m deactivating my Facebook.”
I think I’m deactivating my Facebook.”
4:52 am. Goodnight.
*Amber
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