Entitled: Millennials Anonymous

Bottoms up. 

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Tilt the hour glass 

of the World Wide Web back 

and watch your time 

slip right through the cracks. 

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It’s a 

socially 

acceptable 

addiction. 

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It’s like bringing a 

bottle of whiskey 

to the office or the bedroom. 

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Do they like my status? 

Did they love my photo? 

Would you swipe right?

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Right?

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It’s like write or die. 

But I don’t mean novels. 

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I mean catchy 

155 character phrases 

that will get you 

retweeted. 

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It’s repeated:

“Entitled.”

The most connected 

disconnection.

“Millennials.”

The lost generation. 

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Instafamous. 

Instaconnection. 

Instagratification. 

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Instadepressed. 

Instasuicide-rates-on-the-rise. 

But it’s all lies. 

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There is so much 

pain and loneliness inside. 

And social media 

is the disguise 

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Why didn’t you snap me back?

I saw you read my chat. 

It really isn’t all that. 

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Well now that you’re trending…

Trendy. 

Why didn’t you friend me?

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Dogsnaps. 

Dadsnaps. 

Naked girl snaps. 

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Screen shot. 

Unwanted eyes. 

Did you see that snap she sent last night?

Privacy has no where to hide. 

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Hello @username. 

Hashtag-bff. 

Hashtag-when-was-the-last-time-we-actually-hung-out. 

Hashtag-k-thanks-bye. 

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The most followers is linked 

to the least amount of friends. 

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Don’t pretend. 

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That S.M.S. is really an S.O.S.

And when is the last time you really 

L.O.L’d?

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Time to update your 

calling card

And your tag line. 

Put up a really sexy pout. 

Tinder out.