an ode to a laptop

dear macbook,

in the two years i have owned you, i have not taken a single moment out of my day to thank you for all that you do. here you are, littered with hundreds of unfinished poems, stories, and prose; hours of netflix history, youtube videos, and meaningless facebook chatter, yet you still run on without protest.

most laptops would have lashed out in a fit of anguish by now--but you, trusty macbook, have remained true to me. you have shown me nothing but love and understanding. thank you for that.

i'm still gonna store hundreds more half-finished pieces on u tho