the way his eyes are glued to his screen
his hands never taking a break
but always breaking
his temper
when he loses a game
his happiness
when he wins one
he’s addicted
addicted to that little screen
that tiny stupid little screen
that stupid game
that stupid, cursed game
he has no capacity for human interaction
at his best, i get a wave every now and again
at his worst, i get a wave every now and again
it hurts
i can’t save him
i don’t know how to
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 7:35 AM UTC
the way his eyes are glued to his screen
his hands never taking a break
but always breaking
his temper
when he loses a game
his happiness
when he wins one
he’s addicted
addicted to that little screen
that tiny stupid little screen
that stupid game
that stupid, cursed game
he has no capacity for human interaction
at his best, i get a wave every now and again
at his worst, i get a wave every now and again
it hurts
i can’t save him
i don’t know how to
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