My Break Up Letter With The Internet

Dear Internet, 

It’s not you, it’s me. 
What started as a harmless fling has turned into a full on relationship and if I’m honest with myself, it’s starting to get a little abusive. I used to log on maybe once or twice a day to check my emails or do some homework. It was nice. It was healthy. We all gained. Then that logging on once or twice turned into only logging off once or twice. You became the first thing I did when I woke up and the last thing before I went to sleep, as well as taking over every waking hour. With the ownership of phones with social networking, I was even logging on in the middle of the night to stay updated. My harmless half an hour a day turned into anywhere between four (if I was working) and eight hours a day. Things began to go downhill from there. 

I honestly became addicted, am addicted. The thought of not having a connection makes me start to shake. I can’t go more than five or six hours without at least checking my email on my phone. It’s taken over my life. I check facebook while eating dinner. I can’t watch a tv show without tweeting my opinion of it. 

I’ve always had a short attention span but it’s now minuscule. I’ve become so used to having instant access to everything and ten or eleven tabs open at once that real-life and time just seem to drag and I get impatient. It’s not healthy. Nor is it beneficial to my school work which is what prompted me to make this decision. 

I’m sorry internet, I think we should see other people, at least for a while. We can still be friends, for an hour or so a day, but we’ve gone too far. I need to rediscover books and homework and uh, the real world. You’ve taken over my life and I need to put my foot down. I can’t do well in the HSC with the way I’ve been addicted to you. We need a break. I need to learn to come home from school and talk to my family instead of logging onto four different social networking sites. I need to remember what it feels like to sit down and read a book without continuously reloading my phone internet (as I disgustingly found myself doing whilst reading my English Extension novel last night). I need to stop being dependent on you. You’re like a drug. You are a drug. I can’t quit cold turkey, but I can cut back six or seven hours a day. 

It’s a start.

Please don’t hate me, internet. Let’s remember all the fun times we’ve had together. It’s for the best, really. 

See you around,

frangipani princess xoxo

3 thoughts on “My Break Up Letter With The Internet

  1. I HAD to go cold turkey during my year 12 exams, I knew it would be the end of me if I didn't. I only went on for short bursts if it was something neccessary- it was actually quite liberating!

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