why is there an upgrade button on gmail. why does twitter want me to scan my palm to get into my account. why is google a chatbot. why does the transit app make a transit app wrapped for me. why does youtube keep shoving its infinitely scrollable shortform content down my throat. why do my doctor and psychiatrist and therapist want to use an ai notetaker during our appointments. why do free trials want my credit card number. why are most scholarship websites just data brokers. how do i make capitalone stop sending me mail. why is my school making its own special chat gpt powered chatbot. why is every third video on instagram an undisclosed ad. why is nothing online real anymore. why is everything so FUCKING STUPID

that nonchalant shit ain't for me, you better act like you can't breathe without me.

and i will make everything romantic because it is

ok who wants my devotion

I always think about how fragile our digital lives really are. one hacked account or server crash and poof…years of memories gone. so please pleasee start keeping physical stuff again. printed photos, scribbled journal entries, tickets and receipts, little notes and scraps that feel like home. trust me, you don’t want your whole life to exist only on a screen. you need something real to hold onto!!