Social Media

The day I go off social media is going to be the first real day of my life.
And that day is never going to come. Won’t stay for long at least.
Social media is my drug, I don’t really do anything on it now that I think about it.. I just watch people on it, either admiring them, secretly judging them, maybe even wanting to be them more then myself.

They’re real people with fake personalities. Or you get catfished by a fifty year old man.
Your eyes getting their innocence stolen by an unwanted dick pic. I was left shaking and crying at the age of 12 because of a Middle Eastern man who gave me my first dick pic. As well as trying to get my naked body photographed, making multiple accounts to find my page after continuously being blocked.
It kept happening to me by different people over the years so now I just screenshot it and add it to my collection, laughing.

Even from an online game called Minecraft. I became friends with someone older then me, we added each other on Snapchat, then he tried to get my nudes with manipulation. As well as trying to be my boyfriend. Not once did I see his face. I was about seven.

You end up basing your self love on the amount of likes and fame you get. If you don’t get enough likes, you did something wrong. Social media kill you slowly, then you kill yourself.
If you meet the right person it could be good but you’ll never be satisfied. If that’s even them who you’re talking to.

And here I am posting this on social media.