I’m miserable tonight. If it was 2005 and I was was back in Los Angeles I’d share my sorrow through MySpace.
I miss the old Emo social network and all the self indulgent emotional outpouring that it encouraged.
Back in the day I would have thought nothing of updating my status to
“Can’t remember the last time I felt I was worth something”
“I have no fight left in me, when will the tears stop?”
MySpace used to let me enjoy being melancholy. The inevitable pre-poke messages of support used to make me feel listed to.
If I pulled a stunt like that on facebook I guarantee I’d have five fewer friends the next time I logged on. People just don’t want to hear it now they’ve stopped dying their hair black and wearing eye liner.
These day my friends would much rather hear about the woman on the hungerford bridge who slipped on, and then into a massive orange dog shit. That is a great story actually, if only I’d been quick enough to capture it on camera.