A note

Dear Internet,

I’d like to extend a very sincere “fuckyou” for being a hugeass effing tease my entire life. Fuck you for existing as a boundless smorgasbord of creativity and information and stupidity and vileness that leads to one spend hours poring over your extensive fruits with both curiosity and indecision, for tricking me into thinking that I know shit about f*** while irreproachably teasing me with more information and averting my attention from any one thing for any respectably lengthy given amount of time and effectively, riddling me with an ADD of sorts. 

Screw you for filling me with pride from sealing my genetic superiority over the general population and giving me the false hope that there are opportunities for me to be useful to this world in some respect and then simultaneously (or seconds later) slapping me hard upside the face with the realization that I am nothing, worthless to humanity on a relative scale. 

You’re so thoughtless and inconsiderate with the way you seem to lure me into your expanse of information, for giving me access into worlds that I have no association with.  Your trickery makes one feel more socially connected with the world when in reality, she is just wrapping herself tighter into her own personal cocoon, pulling herself deceivingly further away from society.  I thought we were friends, and that’s not what friends do, asshole.

But I must admit, realistically, you are so conveniently easy to blame for all of my problems.

(regrettably) Yours,

Cece