A Facebook Poke.

A facebook poke.
Usually it's flirty or joking or fun, but right now, it's like that quiet and tentative shuffle over in the internet world that says, "Hey, I'm sorry. I still want to talk to you." And I should talk to him in stead of just poking him back, I really should, but then I get stubborn and I think, fuck. Why cant he talk to me first? For once. His friends may tell me to grow up but he should too and so should they. 


I wonder if everyone feels like the walls are closing in sometimes. I reckon that they do, I know that they do in fact. I'm not the only person who's ever felt like this, I'm not the only whiney git who'll ever feel like this either. But gosh darn it, I do sympathise our little collective, past, present and future. It just kind of sucks.