❛ dearest instagram,

sometimes i ask myself why i never manage to live up to your expectations - nor do i manage those expectations of me well.

dearest facebook,
everyday i slide down your newsfeed sliding and sliding and sliding until i fall into a pit of my own despair. ads upon ads of $49.99 body fit cellulite loss, for first time users only - something along those lines.

dearest snapchat,
start counting - one two three seventy filters to mask up this - sore excuse of a teenager.

dearest musical.ly,
for fast forwarding eveything, through the bad and the worse and the too terrible to talk about, thank you.

dearest social media,
you've made his more tolerable and byes less hurtful. you've tried to show us the good in others - the smiles, the love, and the laughter. thank you, really, for lending society an outlet to vent all these deep, dark thoughts that knock on our doors all too often.

so thank you, for reducing my social anxiety when communicating with others - for lending me a mask i can wear and wear and wear and wear and wear and can never replace. ❜

☽ t h i r t e e n t h ☾