Her laptop exposes her to ideas and people she would never have brushed up again in the real world, and with each passing day, she can feel her tolerance for other people’s bullshit waning. She tells off her group partners at school; she stands up to the rude guy in the cafe; she doesn’t take shit from that lady all the pharmacy. She lets the dark whirlpool hone her mind and her temper, and she can’t regret the relationships severed. They weren’t very good people anyway, and she builds new friendships with people who care, people who understand. People who don’t scoff when she talks about politics or brings up the elections in a foreign country. People who don’t get bored when she tells them not to use offensive language. - x
YES. YES YES YES. This is me, in the midst of my metamorphosis. YES.