Beep. Beep.
whats ^? goin 2 the mall?
I sit on the stairs of the house. Waiting for my ride. My phone gripped tightly in my hand; an extension of my body.
duh
My fingers blur across my phone, then wait impatiently for the next message.

Beep. Beep.
saweet. c u. btw, ur bf is coming

I smile. A rare sign of emotion. My face is usually stone still.
Why do I text so much?
Why can’t I stop?
Why is it that texting is like a drug to me. I can’t get it away.

I shop. I look at the phones.
I take a test. Friends text me the answers.
I sleep. I text.
I watch TV. I text.

Algebra would be easy if the equations were about my life. Only one equation would be needed. Me+Texting=Happy
But, am I happy? I don’t know. I forgot what happiness was a long time ago. Of course, there’s the dictionary definition: hap·pi·ness /ˈhæpinɪs/ [hap-ee-nis]
–noun 1. the quality or state of being happy.
2. good fortune; pleasure; contentment; joy.

I am addicted to texting. Please, help me.