I accidentally murdered my laptop after my phone commited sucide
So two days ago my phone just stopped getting charged. I put in the Jack, switched on the plug, and nothing. So I switched it off. Monday you, it was an iPhone 7 which lasted me a good 3 years. It had like 4000 pics of every place I have been, along with some of the first poems I wrote. And my reading list which was like 100 books big.
Next day, I started to go to a nearby place to get a new one when my foot pulled out the word of my laptop, and the charging port came out, like a poop which is halfway out but not coming out anymore. And now IT won't charge.
Imagine the horror of being a 17 year old without his gadgets for hours.
I forgot that America existed. And the slowness of the day, the mundane nature of life just started to settle in and made the time I spent getting a new phone longer, because when the only music you hear is the sound of traffic, that does something to a person. I came back to the place I was living at, a shell of the person I was, drained of all individuality and spirit.
Basically the stuff which school wasn't able to do to me.
And now, with my new phone, the words just seem to glide out of my mind and into my fingers and into this post as I think about Crowley and Aziraphale doing friendship alliance makeout session while Adam records it for future blackmail.