Addicted

Maturity: Not much
Fantasy: Again, not much.

I am aware of the atrocious quality of this poem. xD

Addicted
Click. Refresh. Click. Write.
Hour, after hour, after hour.
Who cares if there's homework to do?
If it's time to go to bed?
There's stuff waiting for you.
A private message, 16 unread threads.
12 people are online.
Oh look at this, another story!
Add a few minutes to bedtime.
Don't look at the time,
It'll only scare you.
It's holidays, so it doesn't matter.
13 hours a day... isn't that much...
If you're a robot, I guess.
Sitting in this chair for hours on end,
There's a computer screen there.
Write a chapter, read a poem.
Roleplay here and there.
There's facebook and twitter too,
You can't forget those.
Somehow though,
You seem to forget
Family and Christmas.
Oh well.

xD That poem's pretty sad. And it matches me quite perfectly.

I bet it matches me more. xD I did write it, after all.

True. xD

Yes. Very true.
The more addicted you are, the less you care about it. xD Isn't that weird?

Yes. xD I guess I'm not so addicted, then, cus I do care . . .

I've sorta stopped caring if I'm addicted to Twig or not. It's not like it's a bad thing. xD If I wasn't on Twig, I'd be wasting my time on facebook or something. So technically, it's good.

xD That's awesome! The poem itself is far from lame, and the subject is the aforementioned awesome ^_^

Lawl. xD Thanks, Harmony.

Haha, awesome. XD *is guilty*