And here I am again, aimlessly scrolling through post after post on social media, a visitor in the lives of many I haven’t really spoken to in years. Some are from a previous life. And yet, we cling to each other in a desperate hope to feel human, like we have this vast audience of others, that we are important.
And while I scroll, I lament the minutes, hours, I could have spent doing other things.
And I promise myself that tomorrow will be different. Tomorrow is the day where I ditch social media to return to the things that made me happy before.
But tomorrow, I will sit and look at pictures of books rather than reading them. Again.
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