So it's been awhile, dear keyboard of mine. Wait, I suppose you aren't mine. Just a little piece of plastic, that takes up my time. Do you even understand the words that come out? I know I don't, but the bottles uncapped. I give up all the worrying, the shame. I give up wondering, if any one will know my name.
Dear keyboard are you playing the same game. You're in this as much as I am. You're half as responsible, and you don't seem to care.
Keyboard, I love you. For something that has no feelings, I feel you love me too.