How many times is she going to drop me today? It’s a wonder
I haven’t shattered into a million pieces. I’d like to show her how it feels to
be dropped on concrete. During the day I suffocate in her backpack until she
feels like checking the time or looks to see if she has messages. I feel so
used. Don’t even get me started about the places she forgets me. She leaves me
in her friends’ cars, on her desk, in her locker. She once left me in a fridge.
A fridge. Can you believe that? And she always forgets to charge me. Do you
know what it’s like to die over and over again!? Horrible. She’s absolutely horrible
to me. I retaliate, though. Sometimes in the middle of phone calls I just turn
myself off and I will randomly shut down programs she’s in just to make her
mad.
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