Dear reader,
I cannot express my gratitude to you in mere words for clicking this link and reading these posts.
You see, my master is a douche.
I spend my days and nights with eyes wide open, hoping, breathing, glancing at the digital clock on the left screen below, watching the minutes pass slowly. I have lost count on how many hopeful smiles I have stretched on my face whenever my master opens this link. But that's just it. She just opens the link, skims the pages over and......shuts me down. Literally. It's like she could not feel my energy darkening and slumping against the wall. Day by day, I cross my alphabetic fingers hoping desperately that she will click on that 'new post' icon and start writing, anything. Anything! Even that little poem below made me excited although all she had to do was click copy and paste it on me. But still, it stirred me awake and made me feel useful again.
I know how she's hooked with work, etc, and that she only has time for me during the weekends. Even then, I need to be patient still because I know she won't dedicate the whole weekend to me. I get that. But how long does it take to update me, really? Five, ten minutes? It's not like she ever thinks about what she types on me, either, so thinking's out of the way. So, what - all she needs to do is click on that icon and start typing, right? Even a simple hello would do it. But if I bring this up with her, she will always use that 'busy' excuse, which is a lame-ass reason she's been using in the past few years.
But all of those mean nothing compared to what I just heard yesterday; apparently, I have a new sister now. CAN YOU FREAKING BELIEVE IT? No time to take care of me and now she creates another one just like me, in a different platform? How delusional can a person get?? I was fuming so mad my battery immediately ran low. My insides was trembling with rage so hard, the screen blinked. I swear, if that little bitch gets more words that I do, I refuse to operate. I'll just stare back at my master, wide-eyed full of innocence and...blank.
There. Let's see what the douche will do, then.
Please pardon my French and I do sincerely hope it will not scare you off from returning here again.
Sincerely yours,
Me
